When I was young I spoke in a broken tongue In a weak tune, I pleaded, I needed, To be understood. No one took time or patience, to understand No one! Besides her We are best friends We were raised in a broken home For she sacrificed and stood alone not completely alone but with me. She sacrificed her own life for mine I will never meet a woman who will ever be as kind My sister is my guardian angel, in this broken home.
This is about my mother and her brother not mine. John had a stutter with M.R. and life threatening diseases. My mother was the only one who took care of him.