Like A Sister
The lonesome whistle makes it's call
with icy wind of the northern fall
Wrestling branches of these old trees
wave with grace in gentle breeze
It takes me back to the good old days
to school time and child plays
Those better days I've ever logged
was with this friend without a frog
Tho I remember all my class mates
only a few I call close friends
There's one that's very special
as I look to her as kin
Our lives have gone in separate ways
through time our lives have touched
You see I see you like a sister
That's why I care so much
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