Little sister,
Beware, for many men will come sniffing
and scratching at your form
But fear not, rest peacefully in the
knowledge that no man will tame your storm
Little sister,
Be kind and just, slow to anger and
always respectful of those that respect you
But beware, that you do not allow
yourself to erased in pursuit of what others say is true
Little sister,
I've seen your eyes, they are full and
kind and bright and strong
Reward the brightness of others, and do
not suffer empty eyes that hasten to do wrong
Little sister,
Call me Lion, and cry to me with your
voice when you are afraid
Swift and surely comes a
strong-arm-sinister knight in answer to all you've prayed
Little sister,
Never say you are merely hollow, flesh
only and a little bone
You are full of life; vibrant and light
I saw how brightly it shone
