One day i will see, how much you mean the world to me.
I will not argue I will not yell.
I will not steal your toys away.
I will not fight I will not tell.
When we get older I want a story to sell.
We always have the bad times and the good.when were asked we do what we should.
We always have each others backs.
When we cry another does too.
My brother and I are always true.
We kept the bad things away and the good we let through.
We went through a lot of thing's together and that's a fact.
Some times we want our father back.
We sit here today thinking about how our lives are going to be.
Everyday i wonder does he think the same as me?