A Daughter's Cry

I talked to her through a soundproof window, understanding only somethings, but I talked anyway. I talked to her through a bulletproof window, she could see me, but couldn't feel my pain. I begged her with tears in my eye's. Pleading for my sister's, starring at her thin brittle body. Praying for life to once again enter her eye's. I prayed for her in front of that bulletproof, soundproof window with a rosery in my hand. Knowing that all prayers won't be answered when you want them to, but all will be answered in the end.