My little brother
My little brother
You mean a lot to me
Right after my mother
Your existence is
like a piece of art
With a swift of
paintbrush
You create a line of
heart
I can tell when
you’re angry
And when your frown
is upside down
You seem to get a lot
cranky
When all that
surrounds you
Is hopeless and
sorrow
I can tell when
you’re trying
To swallow your
faults and fears
But in the outside
know that you’re shining
I can see when you
start to fade away
And everything looks
so gray
Hold on don’t worry
You’re strong as a
tide
And unique as glory
Without you I’m
useless
You make my life fun
Like a jeopardy game
when I’m quite clueless
While we play outside
near the bright sun
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