Bubbles
by seventh movement

Round, transparent, nearly weightless little things
That sail through the air with the slightest breeze
They fly oh so gently as if they had wings
But with a soft hit they'd immediately cease

My sister used to play with those little bubble blowers
She'd have so much fun just seeing the bubbles envelop us
And when she seemed confused, I just had to show her
And the bubbles just burst out and ride the gust

Life was great, I couldn't think of anything better
But when no one expected it, my sister passed away
I cried when I saw her little, pink sweater
And hated every single thing about that day

But time would come that I'd have healing
I'd start forgetting about the incident and move on
But every time I get that painful feeling
I can't hide the fact that she's gone

I was invited to this kid's party for my cousin
I felt good when I saw the kids playing 'round the backyard
Little Tyler came and hugged me, not knowing the state I was in
I hugged and smiled back at him, even though it was so hard

Years passed and time was the healer
And moving on wasn't all that hard to see
And when I thought I'd already have forgotten about her
There'll always be bubbles to remind me