Sister

Tears stain her face as she tries to run away, always refusing to look up.

She looks away, still trying to escape all the voices that are telling her to stop.

She says she’s independent, she can do this on her own

but the walls are closing in as every second passes by.

I say she’s worth it, but it barely scrapes her surface –

only ripples in the tears in her eyes.

 

And oh, my sister, as she feels the pressure

of the world on her shoulders and the weight of her bones,

but the past is a blister that gets tougher over time

so I tell her what I told her,

“we weren’t meant to be alone,

we weren’t meant to be alone.”

 

She touches down on what she thinks is solid ground

but the quicksand can pull off a charade.

There’s a way out, but she’s fighting all her doubt

that someone could really take her place.

 

Hold onto me when your future stares you down.

Can’t you tell that there is hope in release

from all the things that’ll crumble and wither away?

Oh, hold onto me.

 

And oh, my sister, as she feels the pressure

of the world on her shoulders and the weight of her bones.

Life will miss her if she pushes love away,

so I tell her what I told her, tell her what I told her and

oh, my sister, as she feels the pressure

of the world on her shoulders and the weight of her bones.

I’ll be your anchor so you won’t drift out to sea.

I’ll tell you what I told you,

“we weren’t meant to be alone,

we weren’t meant to be alone.”

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