I doubted if I should ever come back, with memories scarce and sad
To these people lost and alone, nearly all of them gone mad.
Adorned in blood and sweat and tears, we all mourn his death.
Though only I could be there when he ****** in his last breath.
As I look up towards his god and feel his tears splash on my face.
I wonder if I’ll ever know this much pain, this much disgrace.
His protection was my promise, my father’s last command.
Now no more is my brother, my rock and my right hand.
But I will not let him leave me now. I can’t go on alone.
For I am just a rock and he a precious stone.
A deal is the choice I make, sealing it with a kiss.
My soul for my brother’s life, one year, my dying wish.