I had her
In my arms
Keeping her under my wing
Away from the words harm

I guess I did not
Hold her tight enough
She was ripped violently away
I thought I was tough

It turns out I am
Nothing but a child
A coward, shadow of a sister
My courage is mild

I watched her scream
As I tried to find
I felt my eyes burn
And throat tighten inside

They striped her away
She was kind and brave
She died for us
So we will not be slaves

Now I live
Moved on with my life
I tell my children
Of a rose cut by a knife