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
Copyright © Sabrina Lambie | Year Posted 2016
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