Sisters
Looking back I think I see
All the small things you did for me
Nothing big, nothing huge
Just small gestures and hinted cues
And even though I didn't see then
I can now truly consider you my friend
The same blood, the same bone
How could we have been so cold?
The yells and slammed doors
Dad screaming for peace from our constant war
The blame and the hate
It was just our way to communicate
But even through that I'm glad to say
Nothing got broken along the way
Time goes by and things remain
But then some things have to change
Sisters are something we grow into I think
And I want to tell you that I believe it's true
I've finally gotten used to you
