I didn't want to leave

But I knew I had to,

The Windsinger's voice

Once burned against my chest.

I had less to live for and

My brother had more.

He had a new life waiting

While I did not.

So much has happened since then,

My twin has grown old,

My sister has married

My mother has died.

They found the homeland

And lived on without me.

But I do not regret my choice,

As we are always together.

We always go together.

Love Bo.

Love Kess.

Of course this is not a song, but it could be I guess. I hope none of you have any anger against non-rhyming poems. I did this randomly one day. Who of you did not cry when Kess died?