My Sister
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She stands tall and proud
With leafy crowns
Decorating her branches
The track runners
Have finished their race
And are given her abundance of
Crowns
Yet the Title of Royality
Her dress flows
Like the dance on
The pasture
She is led to like a sheep
The Good Shepherd
Surrounds her with
His Gate
And begs her not to leave
For the wolfs
Dopest chic on the block
Flyest flow ever to rock
She's the beginning to the end
beyond heaven reigns supreme
The angelic type melody so sweet
But best believe she got a story
Intertwined
Just so you know,
When your upset,
When you cry,
When your world seems to fall apart,
So does mine.
