My sister Margaret has gone to live in the sky, leaving behind her family to cry.

She’s gone forever, never to be seen again, but I’m happy knowing she’s out of pain.

She’s out of sight, not out of mind; how can she be; She was one of a kind.

She was always, always there for me, but I had to say goodbye and set her free.

I look out the window in pure disbelief; why did you go, why did you leave?