When we were little girls
We sang as though
Our voices joined as One.
We sang in a chior
Young voices of angels
The voices in which
Innosence was centered
We joined to sing as One.

Now years later
We sit at a bar
They call us The Sisters
Because we're always together
We share all things
We share what we have
Because all we ever had
Was each other.

A song comes on
And our voices join
As One once more.
The guys smile
Oh, it's the Sisters
We sound somewhat different now
More mature, more brushed off.
Less like angels
More like rivals.

I had a wish years ago
That we'd one day stop
Competing for everything and anything.
Who's the most talented
Who's most accomplished
Who has the highest degree
And the best job.
Who makes the most money
And who is prettiest.

It was all under control
Until I heard the words
Escape from your lips...
I'm sleeping with the guy you like
Air escaped my lungs
You cried out your shame
And I blessed you in silence.
I can't shut you out
Because I still love you.

I wish you had stopped competing
I could never get even with you.
Not because I can't win
But because you can't win from me.
I'd break you in pieces and you know it.
You stayed up all night
Howling out the pain
You never knew lived within you.

And I wish I had said something about it to you before
*Now look at us

He drives an Audi

She looked around
Slightly distracted
Am I to gather
From this then
That you are in fact
Interested in him?

Girl I'll love you anyway
You're so ******* random
And truly an exquisite woman
Your childlike innosence
Becomes you.
But what's wrong
With a poor man?

It's all fine, I don't judge
But look out for yourself
Make the wrong choice
And his money
Will always have
The last word.
For better, for worse...
In sickness and in health.

There may be
Something within you after all:
Dumb-struck I look up
At your words
I hope I'll be accomplished*
Well **** girl
I hope that too
And you know what?

I'll be here for support
On your way to that.

That day will always be my last
My last smile
My last pieice of innosence
My last day with my old name
My last everything
Now i am Alie because that is all i would say when i was 3
The day i was adopted all i said was 'a lie'
So my new parents called me that
i know i have a twin out there my mom told me so
Only i was put up for adopting not her
She probably wasnt abused by her parents
Mine was physical from my dad
Emotional from both
She probably doesnt have a rediculous fear
She is probably perfect unlike me

Warriors are like an angles
Who became light in danger
Angle warriors are the one who protect our innosence
They are the warriors whom we didn't saw
May be like the unseen warriors
Who fight with the outer world to protect us from evil
They can also have the ability to wipe all our tears
The god have send them after listening our prayers
they do embrace us beautifully with little care
Warriors are like an angles
who are always their beside us.