Lift

From my own little corner in my own little room I could hear the despair, the yelling, the feud. My brother's life path was frightening and long, a road of drugs and lies, dark deeds, so wrong. Do we love? Do we fight? Are we wrong? Are we right? These questions haunted my parents each night. So upward I rose, determined each way to be the best child in the hopes that some day my light would shine bright on my family's plight. And our conflicts and pain would not be in vain. For them and myself I grew to admire the pride and success I dared to desire. And now as I leave to live my own life, I look back to my brother with one wish in sight.. that he might look on the choices I've made and his demons and errors will all start to fade. With love for each other, as our futures come to land, it's a sibling's bond, hand in hand.