When we were little & we played in the yard,
we'd go sit inside & play cards.
You'd look at me & smile,
smile used to stretch a mile.
I miss cooking you breakfast,lunch & dinner.
I miss the way we fought & played.
I miss seeing you here & there.
It hurts me to see what you're going through,
hurts even more because there's nothing I can do.
I just wish I could make it all Ok,
but all I can do is pray.
Pray for you every night before I go to sleep,
everytime I think I hear you creep.
Look at the door & wait for you to appear,
it's like you're still here.
And go back to feeling so alone,
realize you're not home.
You'll always be my little brother,
no matter what.
I love you soo much;
you just don't know!