Years and years, we mapped out all the journeys and explorations.
I still don't understand why she had to go, even with their explanation.
' The miles between the both of you made you a journey in of itself'

Years and years, I've tried to write a song but nothing sounds right.
If words could reach her, maybe then they'd be enough tonight.
But, they vanish into the pastel skies... into clouds. They just evanesce.

Time and time again, the lingering words become scathing reminders.
The secondhand that passes never ameliorates the days without her.

For years and years, I enjoyed the relationship we'd grown together
We were inseparable; two who had watched each other grow; sisters
And i miss her...