My brothers

Sleep is not always good
Lacking our brotherhood.
But thinking of the day
That one day we may.

This is one reason
For my refuse to treason.
I always drive on
Even though you're gone.

Five years has been a while
Without the look of your smile
Or the sound of your voice
To drown my head from noise.

The day has turned to night
But I will never stop my fight.
The things you taught me
Are the reason for my light.

Until we meet again
I have my bottle of gin.
The thoughts I always have
I will spill with my pen.

The blood you have shed
Is to what this has led.
So I bow my head
And take my daily bread.