little sister do you remember all those nights
I sat on the edge softly folding my love
your small body warm but heavy
my attempts at safety as I spun
apologies into lullabies
and read stories of ethereal landscapes
with orphaned children lost
I almost had you believing
we would be so much more
than our childhoods suggested
and in kings who ruled true
and queens who stayed brave
little sister can you imagine I am sorry
for all the nights I walked by your door
without stopping, my footsteps echoing
the sacrifice I did not make
leaving you wanting
stories where nobody needs to be saved
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
little sister do you remember all those nights
I sat on the edge softly folding my love
your small body warm but heavy
my attempts at safety as I spun
apologies into lullabies
and read stories of ethereal landscapes
with orphaned children lost
I almost had you believing
we would be so much more
than our childhoods suggested
and in kings who ruled true
and queens who stayed brave
little sister can you imagine I am sorry
for all the nights I walked by your door
without stopping, my footsteps echoing
the sacrifice I did not make
leaving you wanting
stories where nobody needs to be saved
