Brother
I'll be there, back you up
Be your support, and be your crutch
The one to ask, the one to reply
The one to console you, should you cry
My brother, your sister,
A bond tied without blood
If she turns you down,
Your pride will be dragged through the mud
The worst is I can't help it
The choice is her own
I can try hard to guide,
But no clear path is shown
And now I abandon you,
The trail turns to dust...
The rails on the bridge
Have now started to rust.
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