The lights flash through my window,
I hide my face in my pillow,
My make-up smears down my face,
The tears, what grace.
Screaming takes place,
As I fight for my brother,
I wont let them take him,
Not again.
The handcuffs snap around my parents wrists,
I hold my grip on my brother's fist,
Not again,
I beg and plead,
The officers must leave.
I fall to the ground,
Holding my brother close,
The faint whimper in his voice,
The harsh tears destroying my face.
A lady comes up to me,
"I'm sorry. I know what its like.."
I stand up to scream in her face,
"No you don't. Okay? My brother means the world to me, and you want to take that from me?!"
The rain starts to pour,
We are escorted to the car,
"Where to now?"
I asked madly,
Still holding him close,
I close my eyes,
And dream its all okay.
