My Brother, My Friend I love my brother, my brother loves me. My friend, my hero, he always will be. In sundry ways our uniqueness is clear. He likes to go far, but I favor near. He likes to play sports and being outside. I prefer play music and playing inside. Sometimes we fight and scream at each other, but he is my friend for he is my brother.
There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother ... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.