The sun is coming up
and the terror finally ends...
I was eight years old when he died
I remember the last time I seen him alive...
We have been through one to many fights
But through all that we still have each other...
That was me up there
pulling on those locks of hair...
In my whole life there's only been one,
Who's been there by my side in all the days gone...
You are the one who has shown me the lights.
You are the win who wins my fights...
She stands tall and proud with eyes of blue,
And she paints an ivory smile onto her face...
Wise words, soft smiles;
Gentle touch, keen intent...
To my big-brother not really my brother
you stand up for the both of us...
Dear Mom and Dad,
I feel like Kicking and Screaming...
Hurt and confused
I sit here thinking what do i do...
Kisses at breakfast
Hugs at night...