The first time we met,
27 years had gone missing
this deep feeling inside
that makes life so confusing.
The woman that you are,
makes my heart go a reeling
like a giant blue carousel
that couldn't stop spinning.
You are who you are,
honey comb and hives
as I am who I really am,
living separate lives.
Our moms I can guess
are so much a bother.
Since all of us share
the love of one father.
I wish that eventually
we'll be together again
like one happy family
minus the trouble and pain.
Welcome back dear sister,
back into our lives,
I'll be a good brother
the best you'll ever have