It's 4am and I'm Missing My Brother-Lyric
The piano starts playing again,
My heart singing 'long with the tune,
A torture session full of pain,
Not seeing you in the room.
Cuz it's 4am and I'm missing my brother,
Playing back memories in my head,
Can't find no comfort under covers,
Just keep seeing him in that bed.)
In a hospital bed in a comatose,
The nurse gets ready to end it all,
It's one more breath and then heavens close,
The lights glare off the wall.
She pulls the plug, you fade away,
My heart stabbing in my lungs,
I remember you every day,
And my song has just begun.
The ancient harp is calling,
Each note breaking my heart,
When the sun is falling,
It beckons me to sing my part.
Copyright © Lillian Twolsky | Year Posted 2020
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