Little Brother
Remembering the past and wonderful years,
When you and I played games.
I was a model and you the photographer.
Oh! Why can’t those times come back? For me to make sure you know how wonderful I think you are.
For me to help you find the angel you have inside.
My heart now cries out loud. Oh! Why can’t those memories erase or ease the pain of you being so far away…
I miss you deer brother.
I miss you deeply,
When I see the stars I think of you.
When I see the first flowers of spring and contemplate the bright sun of summer with the falling leaves and the white white snow I think of you.
For in my heart you’ll always be the little brother I’m use to see.
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