Pick yourself up and dust off your shoulders because you're a soldier and have no time to rest. You can't escape this life because you sold your soul for this and in the next year, you'll be buried right under your feet, six feet deep.
Will it be your hell? ******* alone surrounded by nothing but chains for years and years. Calling out to empty shadows and swallowing dust over these times.
Will it be your heaven? In the summer of ninety-six with the night lite up with fireworks on the fourth. Chasing the sparks because you're a child again.
Pick your feet up and march to the drums of your family. You promised to always protect your family and this is all you know to do. Giving up your life for your brother's is what you were trained to do.
Your heart is weak but warm. But you will not be needing it for long. You find peace in the night but always keep a candle lit, to keep an eye on your brother because he is all there is.
Things can't be rewritten or reversed. You've just got a confused mind and acted out of grief. But you're always able to rewind to the night a bullet took your brother.
These lifeforms made a deal for you, that they knew you'd take. They could care less about your feelings. They could **** without warning, but you trust them with your brother's life on this one.
So now you stand a man with a deal to die but it's all worth it because now your brother can live. Selling your life so he can have his back was the best birthday present you could give.