Sister

So long, be careful on your way back home,

I found your suicide poem in your right coat pocket.

There was a fire in the Hollywood hills

Ten children were killed

You had better be cautious

I’ll pray for you sister,

Where your heart will reside.

I wait for you sister,

Holding my breath makes me tired

Farewell take comfort in the fact you’re young

You got ten years to grow up

Don’t become like your father

I’m sure you know by now

the rain falls most along the California coast

each time this season.

I hate for your anger

To turn into something like mine.

Stay close to water,

The air helps the motion inside.

Inside

Well dear God, bless your soul

Poor child might never know just why.

Well dear God, bless your soul

Poor child might never know just why.

Oh just why.

I’ll pray for you sister,

Wherever your heart will reside,

I will wait or you sister,

holding my breath makes me tired

Makes me tired.