Sunday, 31 October 2010


My brother, how are you today?
Have those demons come away?
For your own sanity is at the border
You are always fighting behaviour disorder

Long ago we play those forgotten games
I did wrong, you were the one everyone blames
I remember as boys, we laughed and cried
My youngest brother, you have always tried

I remember, your job as bouncer on club doors
Then drugs destroyed that mind of yours
But my brother, even though I may be far away
My thoughts are always there for you each day

This life has been cruel to you, my brother Andrew
In truth, it could never tame a soul just like you
Even now I know how you must fight this insanity
You still will always be that hero to me

copyright Chris Smith 2010

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