Things are different now

I was told stories of their wedding-

How they dressed me in white-

And sat me in the front row,

Where I would remain for the rest of my life.

But I seem to have lost my way.

Baby sister came out crying-

And she hasn’t stopped.

This world wasn’t made for those with such kind hearts.

I wish I could take her burdens and she’d be home free.

Home isn’t the place for her or me.

You will always be in my arms,

Baby brother, you won’t meet harm-

If I have anything to say.

We were all so strong somehow-

But things are different now.

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