Under the tree we held so dear I come here maybe now just once a year.To talk to you and see if your alone or your found...to let you know I've always been around.My brother I call out to see if you come...to walk with me under the blistering sun.I see your face and your sad brown eyes and all the pains that made you cry.I sit here thinking of your life and the past and know I love you and will find you when I pass.So visit me here like you did when we were young and I will protect you from this blistering sun...that makes you hide in the darkness and weep and know I will comfort you as you try to sleep.I love you my brother and miss you each day and wish you were here for me ...Wish you would stay~
R.I.P. Bro~