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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