GOh, sister, whb en I come to lCie i(bn ya) our aGrms
GYou should not te reat me like a strCangeGr.
GOur Father wb ould not like the wCay t(bhat a) you Gact
GAnd you must e realize the CdanGger.


Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you
And one deserving of affection?
And is our purpose not the same on this earth,
To love and follow His direction? *


FWe grew up togCether
From the crGadle to the grave
WFe died and were rCeborn
And then myGsteriously sDaved[(C-b-a)].      


Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door,
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow.