Brother

If i could knock on your door,

Or message your phone,

with a Heart this sore,

I’ll never move on,

What bothers me more,

You left us alone,

It’s hard to endure,

You Made heaven your home,

I can’t figure it out,

You were just living but now,

My brothers an angel on the tip of the clouds,

Picked from the crowd,

All i feel is sorrow and guilt,

Wishing I can bring back all the yesterdays

and make tomorrow so real,

Hoping this bottle would help,

And ever swallow would heal,

Then I can stop fighting this pain,

Throw in the towel and chill,

And folllow your trail,

So I can see you smile again,

I know your life ended early and

we all die at the end,

But you never lived life like it was meant,

Now your resting in peace,

I know you hear my prayers,

because your blessings are reached,

And for the second we meet,

I’ll be expecting to see,

You standing next to the gates,

Waiting in heaven for me,

I can’t bare it inside,

I swear you’re alive,

But no matter how many prayers that I tried,

And tears that I cry,

It Won’t bring you back here in my eyes

If i could knock on your door,

Or message your phone,

with a Heart this sore,

I’ll never move on

What bothers me more,

You left us alone,

It’s hard to endure,

You Made heaven your home