Do you remember, sister,
when mercy was a right?
I'm too tired to treat it
like a title to be earned.

Sister,
I have commited no crime,
short of high.
I have done no wrong,
that at one point I didn't see as right.

Do you remember, sister,
when love was a promise?
I'm too selfish to seek it
like a prize to be professed.

Sister,
I have seen no sunrise,
that didn't sink me.
I have told no lie,
to someone who wouldn't believe me.