Sarah is my sister, true to me,
I love her and that's plain to see,
I can be myself when she's around,
sometimes I act like a clown,
she loves my racy jokes,
though I ofton like to poke,
I hope she knows how much she's worth,
we were meant to be together ever since my birth,
I often confide in her loving trust,
she reaches corners I cannot touch,
If I could take back things I used to say,
immature, yes, in the light of day,
she's been there through, and through,
with her, how can I ever be blue?