Who Makes Me Live

There are many things that I hold dear

And living without them, I do fear.

Deserted in a tropical place,

I could not survive without one face:

My sister is who would make me live

For though we’d be stranded she’d forgive.

I make mistakes way more than often

so, shipwrecking will be forgotten.

My sister will see the positive,

she’s kind, caring, and quite talkative.

Never will there be dull moment

In everything we’ll find enjoyment.