She Was My Sister My Once Valiant Hero
She was my sister, so pretty so strong
She made me feel as though I belonged
She sang to me of angels and god
She came to me whenever I called
But then one day an evil overtook
My loving sister I found as she shook
I found her one day on her bedroom floor
A bottle of pills and needles unsure
With tears in her eyes she told me one thing
That I was her hero
She asked me to sing
The song that I sung was of angels and god
But this one last time it was me that she called
And with one last hard breath
She breathed no more
And she died right there on her bed room floor
I started to scream I stood just to fall
My mother came running and was shocked at what she saw
She picked up the phone and called 911
With tears in her eyes she told what she saw
Only minutes later we heard the sirens near
The doctors rushed in announced she was dead
And silently took my hero to her bed
My sister the angel still helps me along
She sings to me of angels and god
And she answers me now whenever I call
She was my sister my once valiant hero
She is my sister, who’s now with god.
Copyright © Rebecca Howard | Year Posted 2009
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