It's 12 AM and my brother is playing guitar,
And wishing that his ex was still his girlfriend.

It's 12 AM and I'm writing this poem,
thanking God that she is not longer his burden.

Sometimes the world works in odd ways,
And the people around us see clearer than we do.

This is what my brother is experiencing for the first time,
Because he is heart broken and I have never been happier for him.

God is upstairs pulling the strings,
Knowing us better than we can ever hope to know ourselves.

And we should take every big change as a message
From above that we need to venture down another path.

Because sometimes happiness and bliss
Are in the last place we would ever look ourselves.

It's 12 AM and I am thanking the world for saving my brother
Even though he does not know it yet.