If life were like a mountain, did you, did you not fall?
I have missed you since I was five.
I don't recall your eyes but your hands I do recall,
And I know how you smelt when you were alive.
You died —
Like we're all gonna go someday.
You died.
I was five and I wish you'd stayed.
They say you crossed a river to touch God's hand
But I did not understand where he lived.
So I tried to write him letters — letters of demand,
Saying «She's my sister — back you give her»
You died —
Like we're all gonna go someday.
You died.
I was here and you went away.
I didn't see you die, I didn't see your casket.
Don't remember if I cried, but I never quite got past it.
You're fragile like a bee, and skinny as a steeple,
And all these memories — are they mine or other peoples?
When you died —
Like we're all gonna go someday,
I was five and I thought I could make you stay.