My memory of my older brother is a cross chain.
My brother was nice and kindhearted he was also thoughtful.
His chain that I now wear makes me think of like why he had to go. It makes me wish he was still here.

He told me to wear this chain wherever I am.
And to keep my head up and never give up.
And so I would think of him when I was alone.
He told me that if he here or gone that this chain will protect me.

And that he is watching over me. And that this chain is the reason I keep moving.
Not just for me but for my brother too.
So he can truly see what his little brother can really do.