My Brother, My Friend

I followed you around when we were young I worshiped you; your praises I sung You were so much older and wiser and right You were my north star in my blackest night I broke your clowns when I was three I cried on your shoulder when I skinned my knee You were always there when I needed a friend You were the unwavering force that would not bend We sang in the kitchen, you and me Classic oldies, and ballads and Fiddle de Dee Summertime in soprano and bass Our own special concert in a warm homey place I grew to my teens and you threatened the boys Not letting them treat me like one of their toys Then off to war you went and I cried and I prayed That God would return you to us as we waited afraid Home you came; we wed the loves of our life’s Through happiness, birth and the day to day strife’s We shared every one; burdens and bliss Even the death of our parents, we made it through this You moved across country but we still stayed in touch Birthdays, holidays, grandchildren and such But you called me tonight to give me the news That my best friend and my brother was singing the blues The prognosis wasn’t good; I cannot accept I cussed, and I paced and then I just wept Now I'm praying again that He'll answer my plea To help you, to cure you, to keep you with me.