Oh, sister, am i not a brother
to you
And one deserving of affection?
An' is our purpose not the
same on this earth?
To love an' follow his direction.
We grew up together from the
cradle to the grave
We died an' we're reborn an'
then mysteriouly 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.
Marco Giunco |
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