I was told stories of their wedding-
How they dressed me in white-
And sat me in the front row,
Where I would remain for the rest of my life.
But I seem to have lost my way.
Baby sister came out crying-
And she hasn’t stopped.
This world wasn’t made for those with such kind hearts.
I wish I could take her burdens and she’d be home free.
Home isn’t the place for her or me.
You will always be in my arms,
Baby brother, you won’t meet harm-
If I have anything to say.
We were all so strong somehow-
But things are different now.