KEEP THINKING AND DOUBTING
Tarry a while and read this story
I kid you not I find no glory
The years were rough
But we were tough
Together we both needed
Each other for there was no other
Yes talking about my brother
Growing up without a mother
Toil and sweat you can bet
Life was rough
But we were tough
He was three and I was four
The years we saw ahead
Was much more
Yes trouble was always
At our door
Someone always needed
more
It was my job to go to war
I beat down the mob
As he sometimes sobs
Navigate through life
He to fine I did the time
Making it slow
Not much to show
We held on to each other
For he was my brother
Through grade school
Graduating without a tool
That's just not cool
His first job was there
Rest assured I knew where
He is growing up
I do declare
And travel with him everywhere
He parted ways and I just gaze
Hoping it is just a faze
I wonder why
And I did cry
He left without a goodbye
My brother why
Before I die
You got to know I did try
I have no other alibi
