“The Story of My Sister”

(Verse 1)
She’s soft with a spark, a twist in the day,
A mix of daydreams that float away.
She bounces on trampolines, can’t always land,
Teasing with grins and a clever plan. She’s real but mysterious, quiet but loud,
A splash of the ocean, a small rolling cloud.
She rows through her world with power and grace,
Scattering thoughts all over the place. (Chorus)
She’s part chaos, part calm, and all things true,
My sister, my laughter, my point of view.
A mix of the wild and gentle and free,
The best kind of person she’s meant to be. (Verse 2)
She scrolls through the shops but doesn’t always buy,
Adds things to carts, then just lets them lie.
Chats with the dog like he’s in on the plan,
Drops random words, then snaps back again. She teases when I stumble, then shows off her flips,
Queen of the trampoline, winning the tricks.
A little quirky, a little offbeat,
The rhythm of laughter, a heartbeat repeat. (Chorus)
She’s part chaos, part calm, and all things true,
My sister, my laughter, my point of view.
A mix of the wild and gentle and free,
The best kind of person she’s meant to be. (Bridge)
Sometimes she’s floating, sometimes she’s loud,
A hidden kind heart beneath the cloud.
Not perfect or simple, just perfectly her,
The soul who makes all my life a blur. (Chorus)
She’s part chaos, part calm, and all things true,
My sister, my laughter, my point of view.
A mix of the wild and gentle and free,
The best kind of person she’s meant to be. (Outro)
So here’s to my sister, the fun and the sun,
The light that’s been shining since day one.
No need to guess, no puzzles to see—
She’s simply herself, and she’s everything to me.