Growing Up

I taught her to walk, than I taught her to fight. I taught her to spell, than I taught her to lie. I taught her to sing and never to cry I told her that wrong really was right. What a horrible sister truely am I She'll tell you I taught her all about life, to stand for yourself, never give into the fight, to speak of the truth hidden in lies, to face life and its harshness, in darkness seek light What a wonderful sister truely am I I'm glad that she found her own lessons in life and turned them around to serve her just right how very profound all this is to me why couldn't I see the things she could see guess thats the difference 'tween herself and me