One will be there, one will not,
the older sister ought,
to give you advise,
for she has been your age, she is wise.
The younger sister will be a delight,
playing all day with all her might.

Blood, blood everywhere,
It runs down my nose without a care,
My nose is filled with tissue,
I hate blood and the blood is you.

Death, death is so much pain,
Feels like you been run over by a train,
You do not like it,
It is uncool,
If you do then you are a fool.

I look both ways,
One is light and one is dark,
Dark has you pay,
Light makes you free like a bird in a park,
So always know,
You can choose were you want to go.