You always held my hand;
In times of tearful joy and funny pain, in times of secret pride and endless shame,
In times of loud laughter and louder cries
And even in fear, you stood - and still stand
Dear Little Sister, Dear
Your once little hand, grew big into mine
Mine into yours - a bond truly divine
And loneliness? We never knew
We didnt, we don´t and we will never do
You found me in my darkest room and guided me when I lost sight
Like my own shadow: always and always holding me tight
We walked, we ran, we lifted and jumped - painting our skies cloudlessly blue
You heard me through a gaze, a breathe and in silence
Loud and clear - no one else could ever do
Dear Little Sister, Dear
Taking me for who I am is a love one cannot describe or understand,
A warm love, so honest, sweet and kind
One that I am aware of I was blessed to find
And I can only hope that you, with certainty, know,
And if you should doubt , these words shall show,
That I am endlessly thankful to hold the hand of unconditional love
One who helped me to be who I am
A wonderful woman, sister and friend
One who is and will always be the best in all of them.
Dedicated to my wonderful sister Samira in Love
