In a world so cold
Unforgiving and brutal
Giving up seems the only solution
As salty tears soak my pillow
For the third night in a row
My head still pounding from the night before
Sleep will not come
Her words still haunted me
Just as the last bit of hope died
I heard his voice
A soothing warm embrace for the soul
Only then do I realize
This battle has to be won
I have the biggest strongest weapon one could ask for
My brothers love
He stands behind me
And picks me up if I should fall
No matter how scared i've been
He's guided me through
With a strong steady hand
Oh what a precious gift
My brothers love...

That is so sweet my princess...kinda like my daughters love for their daddy..if it wasn't for them I don't know where would be right now.

beautiful poem

thanks you guys

Nicki, can't believe I missed this one.