How do you love a person Who never got to be, Or try again to see a face You never got to see? How do you mourn the death of one Who never got to live, When there's nothing to feel good about And nothing to forgive? I love you, little sister, You're a person of the wind, Free to be the memory Of all that might have been. I love you, little sister, My companion of the night, Wandering through my lonely hours, Beautiful and bright. What does it mean to die before You ever can be born, To live the lovely night of life And never see the dawn? I love you, little sister, Just as if you'd lived for years. No more, no less, I think of you, The angel of my tears.