You live faraway,
And I still in this place,
Your home is still here calling your name,
It creaks and cracks in pain,
Hoping and waiting to see you one day,
Your mother still sits here on her chair,
But never will she say your name till you are their,
Your father still plants and watches your picture,
Your friend even visits the last place you were,
It’s been 12 years and no word has been sent,
We miss you my brother, and wish you were here
I know you have a life where ever you are,
I look at your pictures and the last shots of us
Smiling at them makes me miss you so much
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