There is an empty spot inside of me, there is something nagging in my mind. How could it happen, how could it be? Brother, you are one of my kind. We shared everything, you and I Now someone claims ownership of you. A teardrop slowly grows in my eye As someone pulls you out of my view. I do not claim you as my own, No, no one ever could. You are of my flesh and bone Yet we don't share as much as we should. I miss you so, Brother of mine - The laughter, the smiles, The talks, the moments so fine, The long walks for miles and miles. Does you mind meet mine once in a while? Do you miss that time as well? Does it put on your lips a smile, Does it Brother? Please do tell. By Johan Alexander Skuggeld