Wings
Mother's baby, whom never awoke, inside her he or she lay,
I was born early and survived, whilst you stayed in heaven,
I am selfish, with these scars, slowly fading away,
When you could have become five, when I became seven,
My wings, withered with bruises, black and blue,
Your wings, perfection, as expected of the angel you are,
Look around, mention my name, they'll question, "Who?"
My darling angel, I'll admire you from Earth, from afar,
My little brother or sister, I am missing you so, for one day we'll see,
Smiles upon faces, kisses given here and there, embraces from one another,
We'll be together again, you and I, one big happy family,
Just to see you, hold you, kiss you my little sister or my little brother,
We would have made a good team, a great pair,
But for some reason, you were needed up there...
