Of kindred spirits bonded tightly, from the same womb are we,
More than friends, an unbreakable tie between my sister and me.
How I long for the sweet flowing music of her soft lilting voice,
God gives us our Sisters, but kindred friends are made by choice.
My sister has taken her kind loving soul and flown so far away
To beyond where the sun sets crimson rose at the end of the day.
But yet she is here for I feel her presence around me at any hour.
Death just a myth for my sister and I, for love has a greater power.
So I will shed no tears for my sister who dwells beyond the moon,
Separated only in the flesh, because I know that I will see her soon.
And on that grand and glorious day that I climb those stairs of gold
My sister will be waiting, and hers the Second Face I shall behold !!!