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Alone wandering in the night and feeling my last strength run out,
He leaned against the wall as he sat on the window sill, looking out to the grassy hills that disappeared into the darkness further from their small house. He sighed softly and adjusted the warm blanket around his shoulders, protecting himself from the coolness of autumn.
As I feel your strength, you make me believe
A small snort and whimper turned his attention from the outside world and he turned to glance over his shoulder, towards the bed on the other side of the room. A small, sad smile graced his lips as his deep, golden eyes found a form of his little brother nuzzling against his pillow. He didn't seem to be bothered by anything, but he knew otherwise, as all the people living in the house missed someone important to them. He sighed softly and turned back towards the window, letting his gaze raise to the stars, searching for something, he didn't know what.
Nothing is so cold, if you lose hope
He shivered slightly, letting his thoughts wander, even though he knew it wasn't wise in the dead of the night. 'He is sleeping. My little brother. The one you left behind', he let his head fall against his small shoulder, short blond hair sticking in every direction as he watched the stars.
I remember those sailings, to the lonely island
He could still remember when he took him to his shoulders and pointed them out, telling him their names and stories about them. No he wasn't here to do the same to Al. 'I can't understand why you left... Weren't we good enough to you? All those things you said... Were they all lies? Alphonse says we should wait for you to come back. If I just... could believe that it would happen.' He knew he was one to hold grudges but that was his personality. He knew he would hit him, if he ever came back, for leaving them all alone. It hurt.
Even if it's storming, you said; everything'll be alright
He bit his lower lip softly, to keep himself from crying. He wanted to cry but couldn't. He just couldn't. When he wasn't there, it was him who had to be strong for everyone. He was the oldest. It was his resbonsibility. But he couldn't help it; he wanted less. He wanted to be able to cry and let himself to be held. 'I remember what it used to be like. You would play with me or help mom with chores.' A tear slid down his smooth cheek.
As we watched the sky, I trusted in an angel
'When I hurt myself while playing, you would always take me in your arms and bandage scrapes on my knees. You're always there to help up, smiling and encouraging me to move forward. Do you remember those days? When we were happy? When mom was happy... Before you left.' Tears were now falling freely but he couldn't bring himself to care. He couldn't cry when there were others but... at night, when everyone else was sleeping, he could. He could be weak.
Why did you fly away so early?
'Why did you leave? Weren't you happy? I remember... when you tucked me in at night...' he could feel a ghost of hairy kiss on his forehead and an affectinate ruffle afterwards. He missed it. 'Gave goodnight kiss and said that you loved me. I trusted you. I trusted that you would be here forever... Saying those same words to Alphonse. I knew you did but... He doesn't remember it. And it hurts.'
I remember your warm smile, you were eternal to me
He had enjoyed how he showed affection to them, and he cherished the memories he had, but still he tried to mask them in hate. It wasn't because he made Mom and Al sad... it was because he couldn't help but miss those times he draped the blanket gently over him or craddled him into his arms in a hug.
Even if it's storming, you could always understand
As he buried his face into his knees, he could remember his smile. How the corners of his lips turned upwards, how the beard tickled him and how the light danced in his eyes, making him look like an entirely different person. 'I remember how you used to smile. How you smiled when I tackled you...' he had always liked trying to tackle him to the ground and hug him after that, laughing from the bottom of his heart and enjoying the sound of his laugh.
Father, wherever you are, I'll find you later
How you smiled when I came to your and mom's room when it was storming outside...' he shivered slightly in memory. He'd always smile at him and raise the covers to invite him in when it was storming and lightnings striked outside. The noise sounded more quiet in his and Mom's arms. He didn't know why, it just did. Alphonse was the same way. 'I trusted you with my fears. Knowing you would understand. Was that a lie also?'
You can never lose a friend
He looked up again when he heard a small pop on the window. He looked as small rain drops started hitting the window repeatedly, in a dance impossible to achieve for humans, singing their quiet song as they went.
As short as the trip of the human is, I'm longing as my friend forever
His golden eyes narrowed in resolve and his small fists clenched. 'I'm going to find you. I don't want to see mom sad... I know she would be happy to have you back... Alphonse would be happy... I would be happy.' He looked up to the sky, facing the gray clouds overhead and suddenly hoping that he would be here. 'I can't lose you, dad.'
As long as you live, someone keeps you as memory
Everything is in waste, if I lose you.