Eight long months,
Have come and past...

*Reflection*
She turned to look around the corner...

She picks up a brush,
and paints on what she wants to be her everlasting...

I looked into her crystal clear eyes,
and saw more than I could believe...

I woke up this morning,
Sore as could be...

She grew up in a small town,
one where no one knew her name...

Wish upon a shooting star,
on this very dreary night...

"What's wrong hunny?
Why won't you smile...

I hold in my hands,
A single red rose...

The truth is much harder
To face than a lie...

She looked out her window,
stared into the sun...

Having you for a big sister,
is the best thing...