Starting off I had nothing, not a thing to my name.
Not a hint of recognition, no glory, no fame.
Perservered for a year, finally got me a home.
Only to watch one run off, leaving my entire mind blown.
Me and a stranger fought through, blind as a bat.
And found brotherhood like magic, like pulling rabbits from a hat.
We grew only stronger, as time passed us by.
Fueled one another, we did, each day and each night.
We took pride being there always, no matter who fell.
Through deployment, girls, and more, we conquered all hell.
Twelve years now passed by, and we're back to the start.
Becoming strangers once more, and falling apart.
I would give my left nut, my lung or my kidney.
Just to hear my old friend say, he loved me and missed me.
This bond of love, trust and respect, has become but dust and black smoke.
As if our broship never happened, our fortress just a big joke.
I tried to be civil, even way past the end.
But twelve years don't mean s*    , to my one-time best friend.
He has no remorse, no sorrow, no guilt.
No honor for time spent, or broship we built.
I would be sad I lost a friend, but he's lost one, that's true.
B**   , karma's gonna come back one day, but only haunt you!

D. Scaggs