My brother is my best-est friend
I can tell him everything
And when I close my eyes and cry
He's the only thing I see.
Even though he's far away and no-where to be seen
He helps me through my troubled life that was once was full
With glee.
I whisper to him softly when the walls are closing in and
I'm surrounded with guilt and fear, he say's just get a grip.
Even though this might seem mean it's honestly the truth
and if I did not have my little brother things could just be worse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem