I remember the day she was born.
I hurt for her
she is so beautiful.
I remember the day she walked to me.
She trusts me
She needs me,
but I cannot help her.
I cannot help myself.
She talks now
and sings too.
She holds me when I see her
I can feel it
she is so scared I will leave
and I always do
Is that what she will remember?
My love and my affection, or my goodbyes?
I wish I could save her.
She still has so much hope.
She is young, she is not like them yet.
She soon will be
Just the same she wont love me anymore
she will not look at me as her big sister anymore
I wish I could save her.