I Was Ripped Apart From Her

I was ripped apart from her my baby cousin.
If only I could let her know how much I loved her before she left'd.
It wasn't death that toke her away it was lies,
Now she thinks I didn't love her,
If only I could see her again, and tell her the truth,
And teach her to become like me even though she thinks I'm horrible.
Every time I have a dream about her I wake up crying,
And can't even imagen what she is going to look like one she grows up,
But I well see her again, and let her know I love her.