Her eyes like mine are ocean green,
Her lips curl slowly round,
She'll never know the things i've seen,
Or hear the ringing sound,
Of laughter, trickling through the wind,
She'll never see a face,
Apart from mine, a certain sign,
In me her trust she'll place,
Though surely envy aches her heart?
She knows she'll never be,
Amongst the souls, she is a part,
A special part of me,
With sadness do her eyes look out?
Or is it that i guess?
She wishes with her heart to shout,
Of echoed loneliness,
To her i'll never be a friend,
Yet not an enemy,
A sister, bonded to the end,
For all eternity
