Sister - William Fitzsimmons

I'm overwhelmed

She stopped in for a spell

I found her true

Like she had always knew

She visits me

On Sunday afternoon

A firmament

I welcome to this room

Sister dressed in mourning hue

Fall to me sent of better rooms

Leave me in water colored plumes

And melodies

Traces of a girl that I once knew

In evening now

She shadowed in the grey

Her covenant

To slowly slip away

Sister dressed in mourning hue

Fall to me sent of better rooms

Leave me in water colored plumes

And melodies

Traces of a girl that I once knew