Big sis, big sis
Oh where have you gone?

We were parted from the start
Joined in the middle
Then ripped apart again

All I ever wanted was my sister near
All I ever wanted was you close

You could of made it all okay
You could of made it all alright
You could of stopped this mess right from the start
You could of helped me through the pain
You could of stopped me form ruining myself

But you couldn't

Oh big sis, big sis
I really need you now

My mind is a mess
My thighs are all scarred
My calfs are too
My eyes are tired
But I don't feel a thing

Oh big sis, big sis where are you now?

You're running out of time
The noose is getting tighter
I'm only a step away from the end

Oh big sis, big sis

If we started this together then this wouldn't be the end

Big sis, big sis just know
I love you
Just know
I miss you

Cheer up, my sweetest Sis
Even though we are miles away we are so near
The bonds of love that we give each other
Make us seem so near

Please, my dearest you are my inspiration
So please, I beg you not to cry
And if I could play the harp for you and make
It's songs all sunshine and joy dedicated to YOU I would!

I'm happy now, my sis for
My Dad has been thinking a lot of your Cello
And how it's songs sound so pretty
And I've been thinking of the same

We spoke about your Cello just last night
And how all Cellos sound so pretty
And about Harps and Bassos we spoke
We talked about Trumpets and all kinds of instruments

Spoke about their beauty
And I still wondered how your Cello would sound
But I know it would sound very pretty and sad
Because I've heard Cellos before but none played as beautifully as yours!

That I know! And all I've said about you is true, SWEETEST Sis
And I understand your passion for all animals and can't
Stand when they get hit on the road
I can't stand it either so I can relate

If I could walk with you through fields of flowers,
Walk with you by the sea, pick some hibiscus blooms,
And listen to your Cello songs I would do so

But I feel so sad. . . and I am sickened at what I've done
Just look! I've made my sweetest Sis sad!
Oh, my Sis if only I could dry your tears
So let this poem comfort you, my Love

Please, feel happy
And know this if I could play Harps,
Cellos, Trumpets, Flutes, Violins,
Celestas, Chimes, Bassos, and the rest
I would, to make you happy and smile

What can I do, sweet Sis to make you smile?
If I were to play the Piano would your tears turn to smiles?
If I were to make an Hibicus Crown to grace your head,
Would your tears turn to dew?

If I were to walk with you by the sea would your tears turn to laughter?
What can I do to make you happy, my dearest sweetest Sis?
If I were to take you to Fairyland would you be glad
Instead of sad?

**~Marian~