My life is in vain,
I know as she cries in pain.
I can't save her,
No one will.
The womans fists coming in for the kill.
My sister never cries,
But sometimes tears come atleast she tries.
I'd fight for her,
And she knows,
But she never lets me land my blows.
She pities her life,
But she was the one that was hurt by her knife.
It was Harri that bled,
And mums hand.
Yet Harri said,"It must bewhat the Lord planned
I've grown to hate,
If mum apologies it'll be to late.
I'm not forgiving,
My sister does.
She says, "Deep down she must love us."
So i'm lying alone,
Thinking once again of the fist's of stone.
They show no mercy.
Not to me.
Harri promises, "Soon we'll be free."
I'm the elder one,
But she's what keeps me from the gun.
She's my hope.
And her own,
We fight together and we fight alone.
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