O little brother of mine,
I pray that you are really fine.
I hold back the tears,
to suppress all my fears.
I wish it were all a lie,
Because I fear you might die.
I remember when we were just kids,
and all the silly things we did.
Fighting over our favorite toy,
Remembering all the happiness and joy.
We could play forever,
Like always... playing together.
When God sends his angel to say... It’s time to go.
You will just say... "So"
Come get me God, show me where...
Mom and dad are already there.
I pray to God everyday,
Listening carefully to what He might say.
"Be patient and be strong"
He won't let anything go wrong.
My little brother,
I would want no other. |
