They both turned twelve the very same day
One was gloomy the other gay
One had roads that creeped her out
For the other the source of bread was a doubt

That day one had her face dipped in a cake
The other sold herself by the lake
Flowers and gifts on one did rain
For the other food seemed to be in the drain

Born the same day same time but different place
One was a customer the other livestock
Perhaps wombs had decided they'd never be the same
One was the limelight,the golden case
The other a shadow all stared at but ignored
She was the silence, the price of all sins unattoned