sat alone, beside a lake neither would ever mistake each other, for their love two sisters, bound by blood
They sat upon common ground neither tried to make a sound Two sisters by a lake what a montumental mistake
Two sisters sat upon higher ground Each knew, the other should drown but they held hands, so tightly Never taking their vows lightly
Two sisters turned their heads, as one to glare indignantly at the Sun because they were unhappy that the darkest Night crept away and left the fight
Two sisters sit upon the edge of water, rushing beneath a ledge and kissed each others frights and hurts because just the thought of sitting alone *Hurts
I love my Sister, I have 4 of them, 3 mean everything to me... But we are 2 :)