There is something quite close to what I can remember;
His face, the shape of his nose, seems so familiar.
Effortlessly, I shove and I push the memories of him away,
And as strong as I want to be, strength, I just cannot portray.
The unfortunate memory taunting me of my mother,
Beating herself down, she's crying for my brother.
I can hear her begging and pleading God to see him through,
But the more she pleaded to him, the more I thought I knew -
The phone rang and my cousin turned to warn me,
But the look in her eyes were too desperate; I felt her pity.
I knew something was wrong by the way he said, "Hello."
And I made the promise to keep the pictures and his girl's hair bow.
The more he breathed into the phone, the less he could speak.
I tried to stand on my own but more and more, my knees grew weak.
Now he is gone, and I am here trying to fulfill this promise,
A promise to finish life, a promise I haven't forgotten.
There is something quite close to what I can remember,
The jogs of my mind, I need him here, he's just so familiar.
I am begging him, my brother, don't give up on us,
No matter what it takes, my brother, I will promise...
