two joined, separated a brother, now one 
and his brother's friend, a friend that loved 
filled that emptiness 
that hearth and home could not mend 
one fateful day 
their ways crossed to wayward wend
what tears run streaks 
on your redded-cheeks 
why the furtive pulse in your eyes, 
it shows so plain a plan
to bring him back 
though a means to do 
so sorely lack 
keep alive that sacred part 
you filled his heart and thus 
wherever he may be 
there shall you also remain 
his friend, no brother nor blood 
no rain nor wind would understand