The brothers rely on
A song in the heart
A shoulder to cry on
And a fresh start
A place to sit down
And rest for a time
The space to be found
In the guise of a mind
Reflections of self
In genetic composures
Rolls on the horizon
Where fields rise to boulders
Where waterfalls flush
And droughts never dwindle
Put some weight on a crutch
Because existence is brittle
The lotto of luck
And the chance to live free
There's nothing above
Or as encompassing as
My own brother's love