Cancer took my sister last week, she used to be strong, but it made her weak.
It made me cry, and I felt sad, looking back on the good times we had.
She was always, always there for me, but I had to say goodbye and set her free.
I sit and daze and wonder why she had to leave; she had to die.
I’ve asked the Lord to take care of my sister and give her our love from her grandchildren, my mother, father, and brother.
I stand alone and look at the sky; I want to be there, but it’s miles too high.
Goodbye, my love, until we meet again; rest in peace, out of pain.