The Sister's Project

 

My sister, My sister
I see your tears falling
to your ankles with the rest of
your cares like falling stars
wasting on cold cement.

My sister, my sister
I reach my hand like a strong rubber
band stretching to brace your fall
and spring you back to your feet,
remain strong.

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My sister, my sister,
hear my voice that sings
promise of a better tomorrow,
let my light be a beacon
to guide you along.

My sister, my sister
tilt your head up,
look to the heavens with
eyes closed and see yourself
at the tip of every rainbow.

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