Sister

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