For my brother
Brother
I remember as just a kid,
Doing the things big brother did .
All the good in him I’d see,
We’re all the things I longed to be .
We’re he’d go I’d tag along,
In my eyes he did nothing wrong .
And though we were born to separate dads,
A truer brother no one had .
He was there thru thick or thin,
This is my brother, my brother ken .
We share so many similar likes,
Mopars, music, and motorbikes .
I always had a place to stay,
And then my brother moved away.
He’s been gone so very long,
Has hit a spell of things gone wrong .
Come this spring, we’ve planned a trip,
To Zalma Missouri to take a dip .
To ask The Lord to wash away,
Our sins in heavens name I pray .
When I see him I hope him well,
This last year he’s been dragged thru hell .
Cancer couldn’t bring him down,
Nor a bike crash outside of town .
Seems as god may still have a plan,
That you my brother yet understand .
I know its hard to slow your pace,
By why do you feel you have to race .
Brother what’s your hurrying for,
To finally see ole heavens door.
Live fully each day from start to end,
You my brother, you my friend .
