My brother, you found the fast way out. The needle must be loud, loud enough to drown the sounds of shouts and solemn regrets in your mind. Oh brother, where was I? The taste of those lullaby lips lacing up veins from the touch of its kiss. Oh how you danced for those smooth fingertips. Oh brother, where was I when you asked for a man to listen to your side in the argument of life. Oh brother where was I? If I am my brothers keeper all the more I play the reaper. I watched you die and I didn't pull back the knife. If I am my brothers keeper might as well dig his grave deeper. Death doesn't sting but it sure won't hold back it's bite. Silently suffering, you smiled wide but you were hiding, a lost mind in plain site oh brother where was I? A massive range of thoughts and shame surround the past that's haunting me of where I have a hand to reach and one extended back at me. Yet do I care to look and see those eyes that scream come back to me yet do I see those eyes that scream come back to save the life in me. What is fire without the flame, What is life without Jesus name?