If ever life's mistreating you
You don't feel good at all
You need a sister to hold on to
You can give me a call
It might be Monday, it might be Tuesday
8 o'clock in the evening on a Sunday
You won't have to explain the whole situation
I'll just keep you company
You must be lonely without a friend
Not relying on family
Call me on a Monday, on a Tuesday
In the middle of the night on a Sunday
These men took your soul
Your inner pride
They got you deeply
The cut of a thousand knives
Until you had nothing more to hide
It made the ones that love you wish
They had turned blind
But you don't have to carry all that guilt
We sisters vulnerables 'bout the way we're built
And I might not feel what you feel
Though wounds like yours, I know they don't just heal
By Monday, not by Tuesday
Would you call me, I'll be around on a Sunday
Some day again you will shine
Keep walking towards the sun
You're still young sister
