The brothers rely on

A song in the heart 

A shoulder to cry on

And a fresh start

A place to sit down 

And rest for a time

The space to be found 

In the guise of a mind

Reflections of self

In genetic composures

Rolls on the horizon 

Where fields rise to boulders 

Where waterfalls flush

And droughts never dwindle

Put some weight on a crutch 

Because existence is brittle 

The lotto of luck

And the chance to live free

There's nothing above

Or as encompassing as

My own brother's love

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