My Brother

When one of us hurts the other one cries.
How can this be?
He's my brother.
When one needs some help, the other one tries
To help if he can.
He's my brother.

We grew up together, but not for so long,
He moved away when I was young,
But now more than ever he's there when I call,
He's more than a friend,
He's my brother.

It's a special relationship one can't describe,
It goes beyond borders and time.
I'll always be thankful and never regret,
The times I can spend with my brother.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul