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 _____________________________________ By Dickinson