I dream about you brother,
Where did you go?
In the dull grey mornings,
I can’t hear you anymore.
As quiet as the hour before dawn,
Lost to the stars…
You.
There is no wind to carry your voice here,
A song for our youth.
Tragic though, for you to be forever young,
While I fall apart with every breath.
Your smile perfect,
Now dust to dust.
They lied to us,
About life.
The sun keep rising every day,
Keeper of the walking dead.
Better to dream instead,
Of you brother.
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