Brotherhood Love

Where there’s friendship and love,
It’s not anyone’s gift; but a gift from above.
Nothing can make us go back to those days again,
But we’ll know we’ll be there in times of pain,
It may not be physically,
Rather mentally and spiritually.
Though our ways are different,
And are paths for each other is certain,
The times where we have to make new friends,
The rough times that makes us insane,
And even worse; memories of us being “the Family”,
Runs in our head, oh, so frequently,
The hole in the heart that’s never filled,
It almost looks like “the Family” is killed.

But my brothers,
Our paths are made for our own lives,
That one day we might again be together,
So I hope we might understand how time flies,
To understand, no one can ever fill that hole,
And without it we are that less whole.
For the times through shit and giggles,
Will one day last till we see our freckles.
For we treasure every part of us,
And when time shows us,
Our brotherhood is fading away,
I want you to know,
It is the price we have to pay,
That this might brotherhood will grow.
Our lives are such, thanks to the brotherhood,
And I believe if we have faith and trust,
If we think of “the Family” as a must,
It will be our livelihood.

- The Glory Searcher -