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...