I walk around with emptiness,
The scars I wear are easy to miss...

A blue glow that breathes precious freckles of...
Like the crystals of your eyes shining so brightly...

You held the key from the very start
I never considered we would be apart...

Year eighteen an age so young
Given a surprise to have my son...

Love and hate is what sisters are,
unconditional love is not that far...