What big brothers do for little sisters.

They told me you were beautiful;

But they told me you were taken;

They told me you were selfish;

But the truth was at the grave stone;

You protected her from the Angels.

Not that could could see them first.

But so she would get to live life first.

Born a sinner but right now your a saint.

Now I know why your so beautiful;

Why you are taken;

Why selfish isn’t it;

The truth is at the grave stone.

.R.I.P. Big Brother.

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