There, standing,
in front of his canvass rested on it's easel...
A little different he may be,
But he'll always have a part of me...
I don't know how many times
I've forgiven you without a sorry...
I wish upon a star
that you wouldn't be so far...
Oh little brother
we're growing so old...
He talks as though he knows me to the very core.
He acts as though he knows how it feels to be...
I believe that everyone will find a best friend in...
I've never had any one
That I could run too...
If there is one person that I will never give up...
then it is you...
If I look away
Will that make things okay...
I missed you yesterday,
I miss you today...
Do you ask yourself if your family is okay?
The one you left behind...