Gun

Here we are
Our mother again
Her eyes both blackened
We read stories
Of how it happened
My sister and I
Our eyes blackened

Here we are little girls again
Found in the hidden gun
Spinning around
Taking turns
Holding it
Not quite sure
If it's loaded

Try out spells to keep him alive
Share your power with me someday
I am always your little sister
And read storybooks of the winters
Try your spells to keep him away
Share your power with me someday