From the depth of our soul
From the depth of our heart...

I remember the first time
They said you were sick...

For along time I had a place to call home
But lately I canâ??t really describe...

As she lays on the bed and every one prays I stand...

Everyday as I walk
Down the street I cry...

I can't take this
All the fights and lies...

She is fifteen
And already has something to hide...

All my life she had what I loved. She was always...

My Sister
I have a sister...

HER LIFE UNFOLDED:
she wakes up everyday...