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You’re not a violent boy, no
You love wrestling games and soldiers
You love kittens and sunflowers
Your heart is gentle, you know
Your brother’s heart is as pure
Young, much more little
His bones are brittle
He needs you, you’re sure
Your father is a good man
But alcohol and grief
Sometimes take away his beliefs
So you stand up, brave heart
Baby brother safely locked apart
Your wounds will heal when he calls you Batman
School yards are battlefields
Kids are cruel, your brother learns that the hard way
Thrown in the pool, he can’t swim
You get him out in time, he’s almost grey
Scum moves away when he sees your face, grim
His neck under your fingers, it’s not long before it yields
The world becomes your school ground
Tucked in your belt, your gun is your weapon
Tucked under your arm, your brother is the reason
You lost the count of the bullets you shoot
But not how many times he smiled at you
When you said you’d always be around
You thrived, tougher with each beating you took for him
You grew, fiercer with every time you killed for him
You age now, stronger with every glance you throw at him
You’re a violent man, unholy
You love the soldier he became
You love the sunflower in his eye
You know how you heart is, gentle for him only
Your brother stayed the same to you
Youthful and as fragile as a butterfly
His pure heart beats and whispers your name
He needs you, and you need him too