GOh, sister, whBmen I come to lCie i(A#mn yAm)our aGrms
GYou should not tEmreat me like a strCangeGr.
GOur Father wBmould not like the wCay t(A#mhat Am)you Gact
GAnd you must Emrealize 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-A#m-Am)].      


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.