She is so strong.
Beautiful, with the most bleach blonde hair,
You know it's all natural.

She climbs the tree without fear,
Of falling and getting hurt.

Such a strong little girl.
Oh how I love her so.

Although we fight,
I know she know's that I will always love her,
And that I am the older sister,
That will help her become a wonderful young woman.

I will guide her through the madness of this world.
I will be her shoulder to cry on when a boy breaks her heart.

I will lift her back up on her feet.