I have a sister named sara you see
She was always there to take care of me
Wherever I went
Whatever I did
She was there to protect and take care of me
She went through a lot just to raise me
A pretty good job, , I think she did
Brushes were hid
Tears whipped away
Cuts were all bandaged
All better she would say
Sara, my mom, my mentor....
My sister
My everything all in one
A bond that we have
Never can be taken away
St
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