O, brother of blood!
My born bud.
Fate has brought us close,
Even though this isn’t what I chose.

Pointy tongues and snickering smirks,
The rude comments and the other works
Are way too common for me.
Let me show you what I see!

I see a boy who has been robbed.
Someone whose right was mobbed.
His right to choose,
Whose love is whose.

Just because the same river flows within
Doesn’t mean I’ll be there when
Your call reaches my weary ears.
Each letter of your name draws tears,
Even after all these long years.