Gone are the days my sister
That I could hold you when you cry.
Gone are the days my sister
That we played all the night.
Gone are the days my sister
That I could wish upon a star.
Gone are the days my sister
That we are no longer as we were.
Gone are the days my sister
Of being best friends.
Now contact is rare and talks are short.
I beg you my sister,
Let me hold you when you cry.
Let us play all the night.
Let me wish upon a star.
And let us be as we were.
: (: (: (thats sad... I know all bout wats happening and it sucks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Growing up and growing apart. The lines of your lives will intersect again (I have three daughters) . Nice write. (Westlife - No.... Buble - Yes. Give Peter Cincotti's East Of Angel Town album a listen)