People say I was a only sister
Of my many brothers
They thought I was being loved
And yes that was true
Until they changed

Festivals come and go and I waited for their call
Fed up of waiting I tried on my own
Some answered the call
But I waited for all
To make them realise how happy we were when we were small

They think that I might ask for something
But they don’t know I live for nothing
All I want from my life is now
To wait for the day when my brothers
Will come and say
Sorry our lovely sister

We were being very mischievious
And as the tears roll down my eyes
They will wipe it with their handkerchief
This is what I am thinking of
And will ever be waiting for!