Hold my hand as we walk in sand
Tempting my fate in a faithful way
Heaven knows haven’t wept for days
I try to hide a shameful, shameful display

Hush little sister now please don’t cry
I work from 7 to 11 with a wish to die

Watching the sand as it slip my hand
Fading away as time in glass
Feel so sad for the time we had
Seemed so hard not to fall apart

Hush little sister now please don’t cry
I work from 7 to 11 with a wish to die
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by Dickinson