From the first time I met you,
I always saw you as a brother.
I cried on your shoulder.
You held me tight.
You were cold,
So I could be warm.
From the first time I met you,
I always loved you like my brother.
You sat in my room
When I was in the hospital.
You cried on my shoulder,
When liver failure was discovered.
I told you not to worry,
I was a fighter.
I cried on your shoulder,
even then.
I always saw you as a brother.
When you told me it was all gonna

be ok.
But here we are now in eighth
grade.
The doctors are worried.
How shall I tell you?
You have always been so easy to
tell everything to.
How do I tell you this?