I could not stand beside you Sister while your battle you bravely waged. I could not wipe away the tears, nor the sweat from your face I could not grasp your hand as if to tell you,"Stay! Don't go! The world will be darker with you gone!" I could not lift my voice to the mourners and say,"Though she walked through the Valley of the Shadow..." You were too far away and my feet to slow to get there in time
So I assemble words, like pearls on a string and I hold them up for the world to see that I grieve for you still
I knew you before, I will know you again, hurry home to me.