Dear God, I'm here crying just praying to you
I know that you know that I'm not a good boy too
I know that sometimes I behave very bad
And that the bad things I do can make you real sad.
You know also that I have a very big sister
And that she's very ugly and mean to me
She's always lying and getting me into all kind of trouble
And that she hits me hard all the time so I hit her back too.
Anyway, dear God I ask you please to forgive me
I know that you know it all and that I'm not very nice
But I just can't help it and I can't lie to you
That when I hit her back sometimes I just feel so good.
Dorian Petersen Potter
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-