So here's the moment that I started to Understand my mom a little better. Three, four... Here I am again... I think I've sinned I can't exactly place the how or why I tried to be a sister and a friend I never dreamed she'd give this winged reply The one I told you all about, that pretty one who came here so devout She told me all the things she felt she'd Lost and all the things she feared to be without She told me all the things that I'd been told: Those comforts that I sought when I was young But still I think she only saw me old... And I don't know what I said to make her run So here I am again... I think I've sinned I can't exactly place the how or why I tried to be a sister and a friend I Never dreamed she'd give this winged reply She's given up the veil, The vows she'd sworn; abandoned any effort to conform Without a word to anyone, She's gone her way alone, a dove escaping back into the storm I tried to show her I could understand, But still she chose to leave me for the cold It makes me doubt the woman that I am -- And, God forgive me, all that I've been told So here I am again... I think I've sinned I can't exactly place the how or why I tried to be a sister and a friend I never dreamed she'd give this winged reply