How will you ever feel that I’m a sister to you
When you don’t give me the chance to do it.
How will you ever feel that I care for you
When you always let me feel that you actually don’t care
How will you feel that I am always here willing to help you
When you always show that you can do it alone.
How will you be thankful of having me here
When you don’t appreciate those little things I do for you
How will you feel that I exist
When yo stop to understand why I’m here.
When will you realize that I am older than you
When you don’t even know the meaning of respect.
How will you ever feel that you are a brother to me
When you always think you are the strongest among us
How will you feel that you are lucky to exist
When you keep on bragging things around you
How will you feel that I do exist
When you are blind enough to care about me
How will you feel that I’m a daughter to you
When you look at me helpless and nothing
How will you feel that I really care
When you always show that you don’t
How will you feel that I am thankful of having you
When you don’t realize how important you are to me
How will you feel that I am doing everything just to please you
When you always think that I am weak enough to do it
How will you feel the pain in me
When you always think first the pain in you.
When will you ever think of God’s purpose of bringing me back home
When you always carry in your mind the darkness of my yesterday
When will you realize that life is short
To let you feel that I need a family and a home
I went back here because I beg God to bring me back to you
‘Coz one day in my past, I felt afraid of growing old without you
God granted my prayer to be with you once again
But when will you feel that it is over?
