I miss the girl who used to laugh,
Who carried sunlight in her path.
Her smile would brighten every room,
But now she’s lost within the gloom.
Since he arrived, she’s not the same,
Her warmth replaced with hurt and shame.
He twists her thoughts, he warps her mind,
And leaves the love we knew behind.
She vents her pain, she shares her fears,
Her voice is heavy, lined with tears.
We hold her close, we beg her, “Stay,”
But always, always, she drifts away.
I see her trapped, a fragile thread,
Bound by the words he’s deftly said.
He needs her now to pave his way,
But steals her soul with each new day.
She dreams of leaving, breaking free,
But chains of guilt won’t let her be.
I miss the sister that I knew,
Her joy, her light, her spirit true.
How do I help? What can I do,
When every bridge leads back to you?
I hope one day she’ll find her voice,
And finally make the braver choice.
Until that day, I’ll stand nearby,
To catch her tears and hear her cry.
I’ll wait for her, my sister dear,
And hope one day she’ll reappear.