As i stand
listening to them talk...
*my older sister Mary wrote this poem when she was...
My little sister...
This morning you told me you almost died last...
I was frighten...no doubt in asking Why...
When I look at you
Do you wanna know what I see...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
When times are tough
Remember I'll help you through...
I love you more than you could ever know
Even though sometimes it doesn't show...
When everyone is fed up with all the drugs
When they are fed up with everything...
When you've fallen hard,
When you've hit the ground...
I would give up the world to see you smile
cause i no in the end it would be worth while...
The reason i didn't tell you. Is because i know...
I hate to hear u cry
it makes me want to die...