Brother my Brother

we come back to this house
where we once laid our heads
back when our parents were young
now it's just Dad alone
and we're far from our homes
but there's much here that needs to be done

there are holes in the doors
from those nights long ago
when we tried using fists to get through
now there's spackle and tape
sandpaper and paint
and this chance to make all things new

brother, my brother
I didn't know you then
we all lived alone under this roof
now I look in your eyes
and I see a man
that I want to get closer to

the coffee's long cold
and the donuts are stale
it's four in the morning again
there's so much to be done
God, it's hard to go on
when everything we touch takes us back then…

back to the sounds of bottles and ice
then laughter then whispers then screams
back to these beds with our backs to the wall
too afraid to let go in to dreams
into dreams…

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brother, my brother
I couldn't see you then
I was trying so hard to break free
now I look in your eyes
and I realize
there's no place that I'd rather be…