He was a lonely boy Always fixing a broken toy Dirt covered his face Old shoes with no lace But he wore them today It was his sisters birthday And he was fixing her doll Someone gave a sudden call Which left him in tears Then came his darkest fears His mother's voice shouting Crying, his sense undoubting He pretended not to hear It was a special day of the year He was going to see her At the foot of the hill, afar She lived there alone In the cold, under a tombstone Last year, he planted flowers When bloomed, he sat there for hours Today he's got her another gift Her favorite doll that came adrift By a narrow creek nearby He always wondered why His beautiful sister got taken away Far to be buried, where she lay Alone, along the plain meadows Where lived now the shadows Of those dead, buried in ground Where huge raintrees surround He picked her favorite flowers And walked towards the stone towers There a flowery grave waited To be visited and weeded After done with clearing He sat there grieving and tearing Telling her stories of his life How often he's threatened with a knife But with a smile, he promised to be brave As he curled up, beside his sisters grave...