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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