My sister was quite mad at me,
When I punched that colt's face.
It don't matter that I'm looking out for my family,
She still put me in my place.

I was pretty adamant-
That she didn't see him again,
But sweet Celestia Banish it,
He's more than her coltfriend.

They've got the rings and the date,
They only need a best mare.
Her life's going towards a different fate,
I only wanted her to be aware.

He'll take her away down to the shore,
And she'll have to leave her friends.
Li'l Apple Bloom won't talk no more,
Now all I can do is watch from the stands.

Our farm feels empty,
Our fields are bare.
The family's moved out,
But I don't care.

I've got my own mare,
I've got one last tree.
I'll buy it all back,
And raise my own family.

My wife gets stronger and stronger,
The more and more she works.
She keeps looking better and better,
Now she sees farming's perks.

The town's belly up, the well's run out,
And she just stepped off the train.
It's been ten years since she left us for that lout,
And there's no pegasai to control the rain.

She's standing there, outside our door,
Tears trailing down her face.
I told her "Y'all don't have to cry no more.
"You're always welcome in this place."

My wife brought her some coffee,
And she got herself some tea.
We sat before the fireplace,
A little family of three.

We talked of all the mistakes,
All the things that had gone wrong.
We ate up all the pancakes,
And sang our family's song.

We talked of love both lost and gained,
And hearts both rejected and attained.
I carried my sister to bed again that night,
Before slipping in next to my love, Twilight.

I love my sister greatly still,
Now we've all but bought the farm.
Just one more deal with Iron Will,
And the Flim-Flam brothers won't do more harm.

Our town is starting to come back to life,
The librarian's post has been filled.
Valiant ponies pick up bread and knife,
Clear away weeds and get the lands swilled.

Our hometown is bright once more,
Now that AJ's back.
The sun sits high over the shore,
Where her heartbreaker sleps in his shack.

It's been days, months, a year,
He's yet to show his face.
The Moon comes out, wind rattles with fear,
I know he's out of the race.

My sister's heart is a fragile piece,
To a strong-willed mare.
She still won't pull back the fleece,
So the truth could be laid bare.

I don't question it, not once past the first,
She'll tell me in due time.
And when it finally hits her the worst,
She tells me the colt's crime.

"I can't," she says, tears in her eyes,
Her words, so broken, shake me bad.
"I can't produce," she weeps, and I realize:
She can't have kids, and now I'm sad.

My son's grown strong, but also smart.
He knows better than to go after a fling.
A lesson from his aunt he's taken to heart:
You can never trust it with a changeling.

By: Super_Big_Mac