Sister, Oh Sisters I see our yesterdays so clear
Do you hear my songs whispering in your ear?
There wasn’t much I was prepared to say
If only my age hadn’t gotten in the way
To calm your fears, allowing sleepless nights to end
The truth for the two of you, I would always bend
I travelled slowly over subjects deemed too soon
Acting too lightly over feelings of darkness and gloom
Stay the child I have laying next to me, Oh Sister
Let me wish this dark cloud away
Oh let’s pray and pray and pray
There isn’t much a twelve-year-old could say.