Sister,
I lean in towards her perfect ear,
and whisper,
“let’s be allies,”
because I am young,
and you are younger,
I know your fire,
I see your hunger,
I can match your ambition,
and I am offering you my hand,
lets not be competition.
Sister,
I will link my fingers and give you a lift,
so you can accomplish your feat,
but when you clear the hurdle,
reach back for me,
and pull me too,
so that when you need me again,
I am somewhere where I can help you.
Sister,
when I succeed I will pull you close,
because when you are a star,
you can give the most,
and we can shine together,
there is plenty of space,
and it keeps on expanding,
I hear its lonely,
if you are the last one standing.
So sister,
in these vast skies,
stand by my side,
let’s be allies.
