• As the water flickers in the distance,
    As the freedom fades and life has to go on,
    The darkness sets in on her mind,

    I don't know weather or not to cry for the loss,
    My sister does not look at me,
    she looks through me as thought she is looking through a window,

    I shudder at the thought of her utter sadness,
    My sister ignores my presents,
    she walks through me without thought,

    I know that I can never understand her sadness,
    My sister listens to the wind and its wistfulness,
    she stands in a spot where it is most cold,

    I know that she will stomp on my heart as she morns the loss of her first born baby.