When I imagine the children we used to be
Our adventures and our play
the tall grasses we passed through
crackers and butter
How simple life was,
even when it wasn’t simple at all
I never would have made it without you.
Somehow I imagine there’s a thread,
that wove my soul to yours
and where you go I go
through time and space
and maybe next time I will lead
and keep you safe
and maybe next time
we won’t grow up
and surely it won’t matter
as long as we have each other
and I will always find your light
and recognize it as a beacon
that shines for me when it is night.
Through it all we’ll have our broomsticks
and fight back to back the monsters who attack
and be brave and fierce with the powers
born when sisters are.