Big Brother
I once had an amazing brother
one who would always cover,
my back and wipe my tears
when I cried from all my fears.
He is strong and shows no fear,
I have never seen him shed a tear.
A straight family man at heart,
one who plays a major part.
The life he made may be strange
but one that will never change.
He stands by what he believes
and I know that he will never leave.
He left us here and went war
when he came back he wasn't sure
he would live to much longer
from the wounds he might not conquer.
He played with Casady all day long
and before you knew it he was gone.
Falling to the ground below,
Casady falling on him low.
He hit his head,
then chest,
then hips,
for nothing more than than a split,
second and then he was gone.
He blacked out for twenty minutes
while they sat and counted seconds.
Casady thought she might have killed him,
when she really only might have helped him.
They called me two hours after,
the super strange disaster.
Told me that something was wrong
and didn't want it to be long,
before they found if he was ok.
They let me ask and do my thang.
I asked them questions
with several suspicions.
I knew that he would be in pain,
just not exactly in that way.
As the day went on and it grew hot,
they ended up taking him to the spot,
where his pain could be taken away,
and treated so he could walk away.
The road ahead would be tough,
but David nevers jsut gives up.
He had surgery to correct it,
and never thought he would lift it.
That leg he hadn't felt in a while,
soon became live and vile.