Norman Möschter
Oh sister
Don't you see, don't you feel,
don't you understand
my anger?
It's not directed at you.
It's just that I see, I feel,
I understand
the danger.
Don't you?
I come and talk to you,
like we used to,
but to you I'm a stranger.
I try and I realize:
"I cannot change her."
Oh sister, lend me your ear,
let me in when I knock on your door.
Try to understand my fear.
Try to understand my sorrow.
Oh sister, you cannot ignore.
We might not see tomorrow.
Oh sister, take my hand,
let me lie in your arm.
Oh sister, try to understand.
Try to share my sorrow.
Oh sister, it does you no harm.
We might not see tomorrow.
- Inspired by Oh sister, Bob Dylan -
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Published on e-Stories.org on 18.11.2020.