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