Little Sister, don’t let him say he’s sorry


Mean old Man

Said he didn’t understand

Just why he did what he did

when you were a kid


Yelling and screaming

but it was you who was dreaming

How you could get away

and never come back that way


Where was the mother

Somewhere under cover

Oh she was never around

But they all knew her throughout the two


Did he hate himself

when he pulled your arm from your self

Maybe somebody picked at him

And poked him with a tree limb


You were just a young girl

with a family in a mixed up world

If one of your own couldn’t treat you kind

anybody else could rob you blind


God was supposed to be at home

and not let the anger swell and roam

Bibles and pictures in every room

The floor should have been cleaned with a broom


So when you grow up and have a family

Try not to forget your backyard tree

Don’t let branches be broken

And hollow promises spoken


Little Sister, don’t let him say he’s sorry



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