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My sister had a ridiculous voice ...
a confession I hate to make ...
She wanted to sing in the annual convention..
an embarrassing task, I wished she didn't take ...

Despite my sincerest objection ...
she talked out her way to the stage ...
I remember  figuring out an escape route ..
ohh!!! couldn't she wait till she would graduate ..

An elder brother was I ,
grimly aware of  the possible taunts ..
I solemnly led her to the platform ...
her rivals best in their abilities to flaunt ..

My heart starts to flounder ..
her humiliation almost certain
I resolve  to lend her a comforting shoulder ..
hope to ease her unwanted burden..

and then she starts singing ..
her voice no longer ridiculous ..
she searches past the last row ...
her eyes locked on me in intent ..

She sings of her brother ...
the best thing in her life ...
Off all the nights he looked after her ..
how he raised her despite the strife ...

It's 20 years past that night ..
I sing the same song by her grave ...

And as she goes down underneath
I start losing my controlled poise
My heart yearning just once more..
to hear my sister's ridiculous voice.