Many nights of Fear and Wonder.
Creeks in the floors get close.
Extra Weary in Night of Thunder.
Close i hold my Sister she Means the Most.
No one to Call for my Protection.
So Constant Fight and Fuss.
Someone without Affection.
Made every night a must.
From Adolescent to Woman Made.
So Beautiful and Wise.
With time things Fade.
Strengthen with Irrelevant Crys.
Positively Ironic Ending.
Many years of Pain and Sorrow.
Thankful for a new beginning.
Blessed with another Tomorrow.
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