Not yet grown up
but old enough to find his way
that was my brother
at least it was till his dying day
he was grounded
but there was a party down the street
he just had to go
or at least that's what he told me
I told my mom and dad that he went to the library
which bought him an hour at least
when he didn't come home i worried
he knew not to be late
a cop came to the door a nearly midnight
said there was an accident and Ben wasn't coming home
he was drunk and behind the wheel
the semi didn't see him cross the line in time
he died instantly they said
at his funeral i refused to cry
I just stood and stared
the smirk on his face enraged me
and i knew I should forgive
But he lied so easily and with a strait face
I couldn' help but be angry
he promised he'd behave
he pinky swore over a bible on his dying day
