You have sought favour all your life,
Working through seasons of strain and storm,
Yet still, you greet each dawn with a smile,
Finding sparks of laughter in the shadows.
Your face is a sight I never tire of,
For your nearness fills my heart with light.
How I wish I could lift your burdens,
And scatter your pain to the wind—
But you are flesh and truth, not a fleeting shadow.
Brother, you are my compass, my strength,
The quiet force that shapes my days.
Your presence lingers on me
As a balm to my spirit
For your touch upon my heart
Is gentler, yet greater, than drops of dew
The quiet force that shapes my days.
Your presence lingers on me
As a balm to my spirit
For your touch upon my heart
Is gentler, yet greater, than drops of dew
You, my brother, are my steadfast inspiration;
My teammate and push to success
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