It doesn't have to blood
When even blood goes to rot.
It doesn't have to be close,
Since things burn and go sour faster.
IT doesn't have to be clear in face
Because humans bond deeper.
All it really takes are the fibers of connection:
Magic, it makes wonders;
Respect, spirits that co-exist;
And love, where its strength holds it: Unbreakable.

This is the song of Sisters.

We protect this bond to go out
And discover the New World.
We are silken, woven threads in a tapestry.
We tell our own story.

This is the song of Sisters.

Almost soulmates and with our dreams,
We huddle for warmth against the Judgement.

This is the song of Sisters.