You're my sister and you're special to me.
I see things in you that others don't see.
There are deep, hidden things inside you.
Things that don't always shine through.

I know you were once young and you felt good.
You would do youthful things now, if you could.
You've been here a long time, seventy-four years.
You've seen a lot of things and cried some tears.

I watch the candle flicker,
as you sit there and snicker.
How did it get this way?
Why say the things you say?
Remember the walks we took?
We'd wade across the brook.

Lying in a hospital bed,
she's having to be fed.
It just breaks my heart,
and tears me apart.
Once she was young,
her songs have been sung.
I watch her sleep.
My feelings are deep.