Brother

I was only six or seven when i lost my little brother,
i was the on e who saw him first
me of all people.

scared and alone
my mother held me tight and said
itd be ok

i knew he was dead because on the streatcher he lay
lifeless and blue

i didnt even cry.
why was it him?
why not me?

seven years later
i wish deep down
alive he could be.

i reamember the sirens
and my mothers fear.
the warm sunny day and
the firemans horns.

i can still hear his heart beats
and little wimpers of pain.

but then i didn't know what happened
yet still i knew he was gone.

but yet i din't really care
it didn't matter to me

now i look back on that day and think

i wait for the day i can see him again
and think of the brother i wish i couold have had!

but hes still gone i cant bring him back
people always say it

o well for me right?

thats just to damb bad
now i know what death is and im not afraid!

death will be near and i wait for the day!
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