Vista previa
Oh, sister, when I come to lie
in your arms
You should not treat me like a stranger.
Our Father would not like
the way that you act
And you must realize
the danger.
Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you
And one deserving of affection?
And is our purpose not the same
on this earth,
To love and follow
his direction?
We grew up together
From the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn
And then mysteriously saved.
Oh, sister,
when I come to knock on your door,
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me
tomorrow.