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My brother


He has bigger feet than me

So when I step into his footprint

I don’t quite fill out the entire imprint

I don’t quite cover what he covers

 

He has bigger strides than me

So when I’m running alongside him

I can’t quite keep up with his pace

I don’t quite cover what he covers

 

But maybe this is a good thing

My rock, he motivates me in every way

Though I see the back of his head in front of me

I feel his strong hand between my shoulder blades

 

I want to do what he does

I want to be just like him

I look up to him

And he looks back down on me

 

My brother, mi hermano

Benjamin - Son of my right hand

He is my best friend

And he has bigger feet than me



 

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