Hush my dear sister,
Please dont cry.
I wish I could be there to
sing you a lullaby.
I can see your arms,
Scarred and bruised.
That's strange my dear sister...
Mine were like that too.
Hush my dear sister,
I know your scared.
I can see the way they're hurting you.
I'm sorry, it happened to me too.
I know that people ignore whats going on at home.
I'm so sorry my dear sister,
you shouldn't have to go through
this all alone.
Hush my dear sister,
Please dont cry.
I wish I could be there to
sing you a lullaby.
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 1:34 AM UTC
Hush my dear sister,
Please dont cry.
I wish I could be there to
sing you a lullaby.
I can see your arms,
Scarred and bruised.
That's strange my dear sister...
Mine were like that too.
Hush my dear sister,
I know your scared.
I can see the way they're hurting you.
I'm sorry, it happened to me too.
I know that people ignore whats going on at home.
I'm so sorry my dear sister,
you shouldn't have to go through
this all alone.
Hush my dear sister,
Please dont cry.
I wish I could be there to
sing you a lullaby.
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