• Her conscious calls
    I will see the last falls
    My most loved little sister
    Don't meet a horrible mister

    The tears we shed are not normal
    They aren't even formal
    When I cry, unconsciously, I shed blood
    This world is filth... nothing, but mud

    I love you little sister, my gem that shines brightest
    You're always there and cheer me up... the loveliest
    I give you all my trust and heart and soul...
    This I hope you will never roll...

    Tomorrow I'll go
    To a place so low
    To a far place I roam
    I don't think I'll come home...