The Job of a Sister
I am not important,
neither is my name,
just know that I love you
and I'll take away the pain.
Someone's always there
to help you dry your tears,
you'll never be alone.
I'll protect you from your fears.
I love you more than life itself
even if I never say.
You're much more than my sister,
you're my sunshine on a cloudy day.
It has always been my job
to protect you from the world,
but now I know to let you go
though you're still my baby girl.
It doesn't mean I want to,
it doesn't mean I can,
but at least know, if you want,
you can hold my hand.
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