She slipped into church She sat on the back row 'Cause she thought she'd find a little comfort there
A mother-to-be But she was just a child herself And alone it was an awful lot to bear
And all she wanted was A friendly hand to help her thru'
Looking around She felt an uneasiness From the eyes of condemnation staring back
Cold hellos Judgemental overtones As the hope within her heart began to crack
Faces draped in doubt Ushering her out
CHORUS It started as a whisper Spread into rumor - turned into lies A blemish in the picture Upsetting the scene in their eyes It started as a whisper Subtle remarks of disapproval Poor little sister It started as a whisper But she got the message loud and clear
She picked up her coat She fumbled with her dignity Then she grabbed her pride and headed for the door
Conclusions were made Their notions were preconceived For a reputation she could not restore
Stealthy is the tongue Oh, the damage done
(Chorus)
The chance we have today just May be gone tomorrow And when it comes down to the soul Time may not be borrowed
