In my life some things have really stunk, I felt like a total punk. When hope was out of sight, I had a brother who stepped in to fight. I could be in the dumps, really canned, he would always lend a helping hand. He could be really close or not, I could still call him on the spot. Not only was he there for the bad days, but for the good ones, always, I cant say weve always been on the same track, but my brothers always got my back. I could be in any sort of jam some as thick as tar, still he would never be that far. We used to fight all the time when we were young, then, well then I pierced my tongue. Thats when he went away, hes never even come back for like a day. Its okay now I dont mind, because my brother I can always find. I love him more then a lot things, and its not only because were siblings. Where ever he is I still see his face, hes my one and only brother, I love you Ace....
