While others celebrate,
The days of December.
I sit here and wonder why fate,
Had to tear you away from me, and one day
I won't be able to remember.
But I don't want to forget you,
Because you were my rock.
Even if it comes down the ugly truth,
I could never throw away the key to my lock.
A few months,
Is all we've known.
But for you, my brotherly love,
Oh, how it's grown.
I'll sit here, and wait for you to come back,
To return from the darkness, and retreat from the cold.
Because your footsteps will always leave a track,
A trail that leads back home, where you will find me crying tears of gold.