Holding Me

"My little sister," he called me
His hands upon my heart
I knew that he could love me
If I could only make him see

"One of the group," he told me
Hair like sunshine, soul like night
I knew that he did love me
That he'd stand by me till the end

This time he said nothing
Watching me across the room
His eyes held hope and sadness
But none was there for me


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