My Sister, Too Young To Die

(I am a singer and song writer and play guitar, so this is a song/poem I wrote for my big sister who died in a car crash. r.i.p becky xx) As the church seats filled more came in, the streets they filled and as they watched the white casket lifted by her brothers they hung their heads and cried she was gone, only her spirit remained now laid to rest, to young to die above the weeping they played her favourite song whispers lingered the same five words "I cant believe she is gone" fly, fly, fly away spread your wings and fly, fly, fly Wings, Wings, Wings of a dove released to the heavens let them fly, fly, fly My sister, she was my blood and as I walked behind the pall bearers footsteps I left a trail of tears and when my turn came to say a few words I looked at my brothers and then the tears on the face of my mother I hung my head and watched as the pen marked paper ran into smudges its time to forgive her for leaving, hold no more grudges fly, fly, fly away spread your wings and fly, fly, fly Wings, Wings, Wings of a dove released to the heavens let them fly, fly, fly When the hearse drove away from the church that day I watched as my sisters daughter ran to chase her I held her back, and held her close, my heart just lingered she soaked my clothes with tears, a little girl so numb heart wrenching words she yelled "come back don't leave me mum" but as we each held a white dove, we raised it to the skys said goodbye becky - spread your wings and fly, fly, fly fly, fly, fly away spread your wings and fly, fly, fly Wings, Wings, Wings of a dove released to the heavens let them fly, fly, fly