A few years back, in 2003
My older brother confided in me
That he didn't like girls, he knew he was gay
But we'd always been told that wasn't okay

He looked so afraid and with tears in his eyes
Looked up and he cried "I'm always living lies!"
Our parents were Christian, and he was unsure
If they would accept him or look for a cure

I kept his secret til he shed his doubt
He gathered my family, and finally came out
I was so proud, but he seemed so ashamed
He thought that by "God" for his "choice" he'd be blamed

My father still loved my brother the same
But he couldn't believe that, and wallowed in pain
They have stopped speaking, and haven't in years
And when I see my dad he still breaks down in tears

He loves his son and misses him still
But my brother's convinced my dad never will
So they both remain empty and both just stay sad
They're both too stubborn to fight for what they had