If I could find a smile,
I'd find it deep within you.
If I could hear a laugh,
I'd make you giggle so true.
If I could feel the love,
I'd give it back but more.
If I could unbreak my heart,
these tears wouldn't be so sore.
If I could have a chance,
I'd turn your life around.
If I could turn back time,
I'd save you from the ground.
R.I.P. Big brother. I miss you.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 4:52 AM UTC
If I could find a smile,
I'd find it deep within you.
If I could hear a laugh,
I'd make you giggle so true.
If I could feel the love,
I'd give it back but more.
If I could unbreak my heart,
these tears wouldn't be so sore.
If I could have a chance,
I'd turn your life around.
If I could turn back time,
I'd save you from the ground.
R.I.P. Big brother. I miss you.
My Brother Steven Hicks was three years old when he died in a freak accident. I was just a little over my first year.
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