In the month of June, five years ago
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that's when I came to be,
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And though I'm not yet wordly wise
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my eyes can clearly see.
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I love my mom and daddy too
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I pray my soul to keep,
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And I ask for a happy home
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When I lay me down to sleep.
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But lately mommy cries at night
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she thinks that I won't hear,
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When daddy said my name today
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he wiped away a tear.
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I know that something isn't right
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I see it in their eyes,
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Oh how I wish it wasn't so
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but the truth can't be denied.
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(Chorus)
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I'm caught in the crossfire
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of a war that can't be won,
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Mom calls me her little man
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daddy's only son.
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I love them both, but I can't choose
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which one to leave behind,
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I'm caught in the crossfire
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of a world that's so unkind.
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Before you go to sleep tonight
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say a prayer for me,
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I'm one of the millions
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from a broken family.
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My wish is but a simple one
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my needs they are but few,
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The promise of a happy home
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and love to see us through.
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(Repeat Chorus 2x)
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Caught in the Crossfire
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| Rhonda Vincent |
