Holding my Brothers' hand

“Our past is never really past at all!”

Soulful,tender eyes with an aging face.

Secretly I think to myself

“Should I let them know?

Within my heart, within my mind,

and my very soul:

"I’m still holding…my brothers’ restless little hand."

Near or far,

I've always got your back.

I'm here to pick on you, when I feel like it.

Call you when I want

Crash at your pad when I DAMN well please.

Whether you like it or not.

Because I can...we're Brothers'