Two sisters sit down for tea
They haven't seen each other in years,
They talk about their childhood
Which some, had brought them to tears.
Their mother died when they were young
Their father left the family,
'Tis something they couldn't cope with
Young children, should be filled with glee.
The two sisters depended on each other
When they had no one else,
At least they have each other
Their hearts are filled with wealth.