If I held your hand,
Would you run away?
Would you run away, from me?
If I pulled you close,
Would you turn away?
Or would you pull me closer?
That day in the rain,
Was a turning point for me.
My gun pointed at your chest,
Tears streaming down my face.
You look at me,
With those deep, deep blue eyes.
And I realize,
It can't end like this.
Pull me close.
Before I cry.
Let me tell you something.
All those years,
When you were growing up,
My love for you was too.
Oh, little brother.
I love you.
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