My Child / His Wife...

I wrote this when my sister was about to marry... Those feelings... She is divorcing now, so I guess I sadly wasn't that wrong... To my sister Meylin

At the end of an aisle goes the beautiful bride
to marry her beloved 'till the end of her life
and the doubt beats out lurking, and melting our hearts...
is this key for her freedom? or a cell for my child?

My child shines in emotions! What a glow has my child!
And she's risking to pay it with body and mind
And her spirit, her soul, her belongings, her life
is that price for her freedom? or chains to stop paths?

And I shall be so joyous, but I feel terrified
maybe I just don't want to loose still my sweet child
and I focus my will to mistake with my thoughts
cause if am a foreteller, my child's storm is near by

Will she blossom her wishes, and make them come true?
Will she be a pleased witness of welfare and hue?
Will she really survive on her search for her clues,
to become someone special, and beloved and sure?

I don't know, that's my agony, my bitter and blue
Lord I beg you to pardon me this unpropper mood
It's her life, and I know, but am troubled on my knees
and I know you'll be with her but I can't stop my grief...

And I give her to you, and I beg you to care
for my child, for his bride, give us wisdom and faith
and she kisses him as wife, and my mind fights to dare
my child suddenly leaves us, but I still have to stare...

At the end of that aisle, stands the beautiest wife
just married her love, untill end of the times
and my doubts still keep lurking... what a pain for this heart
Is she reaching her freedom? Is this chaining my child?