They called her names, they made her cry,
They said she was weird, she thought they were friends.

She came home to me, her face so red,
I held her close, I told her not to worry.

“They’re just mean,” I said, “they are not real friends.”
They’re just trying to make you feel blue.”

But I knew that wasn’t true, I knew they meant it.
I wanted to find them, I wanted to hurt them.

I wanted to make them feel the pain
That my little girl had felt that day.

But I knew that wouldn’t solve anything.
So I just held her close, and I sang her a song.

And I promised her that I would protect her,
That I would always be there for her.