My sister had bruised ribs and so do I
It's purple, blue yellow and green
Cold rotten meant is the only relief
We live in a house with floors of seven
We dress in tunics of silk and saten
Until we turn to doves of pure white
I continue to hold her tiny sobbing body
Through the unforgivable night
We'll leave never hearing a 'sorry'
All we want to hear is a 'sorry'
'sorry'