Woodlawn

The monster that hides under my bed,
Is nothing compared to her voice in my head
I can see the drunken look in her eyes
The one she gets before she lies
But don't bother asking where she has been
Tomorrow night she'll do it again
Walk the streets in hope of snow
Not the Christmas type you know
My sister has protected me most of the time
She smiles and kisses my head, "We're fine."
I wish somehow that her words were true
You don't know what she's been through
I feel like I've had a glimspe of Hell 
"I'm fine." she says, but I can tell
My sister is more like an Angel to me
Or better yet, a genie I wish to set free
But when I got the call that 'we had won'
I'll always thank my sister for what she had done
I know she won the battle herself
I know I was of little help
And if I could go back and keep her safe
I'd walk with my Angel to a Woodlawn place