A house not a home was a picture satin painted. For sweet little sister and me. Our daddy would frown while mother was praying. His heart was so hardened that he would not believe.
I see a bridge a way to cross the River of Strife River of Strife. I'm not smart I'm not strong many needs I called were wrong. And my heart is often drear when troubles appear.
We were alone last night pretending wrong is right. Time flew by it seemed I wish it had been a dream. You said those words again we were so close again.
A house, not a home, was the picture Satan painted. For sweet little sister and me, our daddy would frown. While mother was prayin', his heart was so hardened.