Four years old.
Look at my sister, lying in bed.
She lays crumbled up, doesn't know what.
The worlds all about, untill she grows up.
Her life is so simple, but soon that will change.
She will see how things gowing, all over the world.
Her mind will be filled, with the good and the bad.
I know I can't change that, but i'll love her to dead.
There so many childeren, but for me she’s the best.
I shouldn't get mad, when she's doing her thing.
I would stay be her side, just to hear her sing.
Her joy and her laughter, is for me a good thing.
She will be corrected, to fit in this world.
She is my source of brightness, trough all the dark.
I'll help her with growing, help till I die.
And as soon as she realise, all the things I would do.
It's to let her be happy, just for that smile.
As much as she changes, the secret unfold.
That when I smiling, It's because she was four years old.
Brother. 15.05.2000.