As I float down, . . . from the top of the cliff,
I hear you my sister, through the wind and a lift,
that takes me back over, our days in the past,
when I treated you badly and lived much too fast,
. . .for family.
Some are born weak, some of you strong,
I always meant well, but it always went wrong,
I'm sorry about mother and leaving like this,
. .I think I see peace, . . way down in the mist.
Be strong like always, despair does not become you my sister.


That was a great addition. Thank you so much Siege. I needed that so I can begin to forgive my sister. The cliff, it's a metaphor. I'll just
leave it at that 