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Brother


Brother, my brother

Where have you gone

Lost in a world

Lean on to our bond

I don’t see why you can’t just unfurl

Brother, my brother

Every time your face turns in my head

In my heart it rains cold

Can’t you tie a knot in your thread

This is my attempt to scold

Brother, my brother

I love thee so

And I can see that you are trudging through mud

You used to put my hair in bows

I know you are not a dud

Brother, my brother

Things are hard

I get it, I know

But when you are at the very bottom and are scarred

Just think of what you see when there is fresh snow

Brother, my brother

Like a rose that grew in the Spring

Immediately it froze when Winter came

As it thaws, the rose will surly sting

But think of its beauty fame, that rose will never be the same

Brother, my brother

You have your feet

You have my hands

Dance to your own beat

And walk on your own lands

Brother, my brother

Listen to my small attempt at rhyme

Don’t forget your childhood town,

And the present time

But,

Don’t let it hold you down

Brother, my brother

Brother, my brother

My brother

You have so much potential

Please,

smile again

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