Sister

So long, be careful on your way back home I found your suicide poem in your right coat pocket There was a fire in the Hollywood hills Ten children were killed You had better be cautious I’ll pray for you sister Where your heart will reside I wait for you sister Holding my breath makes me tired Farewell take comfort in the fact you’re young You got ten years to grow up Don’t become like your father I’m sure you know by now The rain falls most along the California coast Each time this season I hate for your anger To turn into something like mine Stay close to water The air helps the motion inside Inside Well dear God, bless your soul Poor child might never know just why Well dear God, bless your soul Poor child might never know just why Oh just why I’ll pray for you sister Wherever your heart will reside I will wait or you sister Holding my breath makes me tired Makes me tired