Alone, isolated in the dark,
In fear and tears she was led.
To a place of night, so stark,
Her innocence taken, she bled.
She'd set out so independent,
So stubborn, to make it on her own.
A trust broken, a love bent,
The love that was never shown.
Now, alone, she cries and weeps,
For the time so wasted and past.
And in the night she does not sleep,
How did the time pass so very fast?
Maybe if I'd told her that I missed her,
If I could have put down my pride,
And admitted my love for my sister,
Maybe if I had just tried.