Jenny Miller

Jenny Miller disappeared just half past noon today;
told her mom that she was going down to church to pray.
She was only twelve years old but knowing her own mind,
she would seek her brother lost whom no one else could find.
Jenny Miller though so young could never be misled;
gone to find her brother from the war reported dead.

Heard this story long ago when I was quite naive;
now it seems a fairy tale I wanted to believe.
Someone said that God was dead, some war went raging on;
innocence gets lost before you ever know it’s gone.
I heard Jenny made it through though ever so alone,
finally settled down and had a daughter of her own.

Jenny’s daughter disappeared just half past noon today;
sadly nothing noble this time ’round is there to say.
Steal the fairy tale and sure the child will soon be gone;
tell me where the stealing stops and will the war rage on?
Jenny Miller goes to church but can’t quite seem to pray;
seems to her a fairy tale she lost along the way.

You know Jenny Miller surely just as well as I.
Bow your head in prayer but know you never can know why,
why the war within us rages on and some are lost;
growing up too quickly has its casualties and cost.
Jenny Miller disappeared just half past noon today;
gone to find her brother and her daughter so they say.