I feel like a mother
Watching these children grow
Nurturing them, kissing their brows
And laying them down to sleep each night
I feel like a father
Directing the children in their way
Watching them learn and grow day by day
And teaching them how to respect their mother
I feel like a brother
Standing up for these children
Fighting against the horrid fallen world
And saving each one from their separate bully
I feel like a lover,
Broken hearted and alone
Crying for the death of a kindred soul
And waiting from them to return once more
Yet I am a sister,
One so mild and weak
Here I shall lay on my bed and weep
For the death of a brother, and my siblings so sweet