I think of how much I miss you,
How much I really care,
Your happiness I will pursue,
As a brother like you is rare.
I feel alone and isolated,
To find you I roam,
I would be very elated,
To find my way back home.
Lonely I walk along,
The path that gives me grief,
For you I must remain strong,
But I just can't find relief.
To you I owe my gratitude,
Being one of my own,
Driven by a good mood
Yet still I walk alone.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
I think of how much I miss you,
How much I really care,
Your happiness I will pursue,
As a brother like you is rare.
I feel alone and isolated,
To find you I roam,
I would be very elated,
To find my way back home.
Lonely I walk along,
The path that gives me grief,
For you I must remain strong,
But I just can't find relief.
To you I owe my gratitude,
Being one of my own,
Driven by a good mood
Yet still I walk alone.
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