When I Was Five

If life were like a mountain, did you, did you not fall? I have missed you since i was five. And i don't recall your eyes but your hands i do recall, and i know how you smelt when you were alive You died, Like we're all gonna go someday. You died, I was five and i wish you'd stayed. They say you crossed a river to touch God's hand but i did not understand where he lived. So i tried to write him letters - letters of demand, saying "she's my sister - back you give her" You died, Like we're all gonna go someday. You died, I was here and you went away. I didn't see you die, i didn't see your casket. Don't remember if i cried, but i never quite got past it. You're fragile like a bee, and skinny as a steeple, and all these memories - are they mine or other peoples? When you died, Like we're all gonna go someday, I was five, and i thought i could make you stay.