Bror.

You can measure the mark of a man on the day that he dies
In the mixture of memory and wreckage that he leaves behind
And I know you were carrying too much weight
On the evening when you slipped away
But I loved you man, and I never really had a chance to say

And I can't say for certain what I would have done
But I can't do anything now that you're gone
And it kills me to think that for a second you felt alone

I'll remember, you were better than your end

Cause I too have stood up on that ledge
But I know you'd have pulled me back down from the edge
And I let you down in your darkness, I wasn't there

And I'll remember you lifting me up each time I fell down
I'll whisper to myself
"Brother, I miss you like hell"


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