My baby sister, she's my love
She's the butter to my bread,
But she has a learning disabiliity
That she shall never be rid of
Though she's phsyically mature,
Her mind is somewhat behind.
Yet a sweeter soul you'll not find,
Of that statement I'm quite sure
And on one horrid fateful night,
The police came to our house.
They took away her dad - mom's spouse,
And this gave her quite a fright
He did not return from work next day,
And naturally she wondered why,
"Daddy is sick" was our reply -
So she dropped to her knees to pray
She begged God to make him better,
And as she bargained with the ceiling,
My heart had a very strong feeling:
That image would stay with me forever...