Brother
Posted: 25 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Brother, Family, Freedom, Love, Poem, Support, Writing Leave a commentBy Andy Copeland
Busted rhymes, busted times
I’ll bust your face
and then you, mine
We can’t escape, can’t accept
The sticks still sing
When there’s no song left
Run with me, run with me
Hands held tightly
We can be free
Free to show, free to go
I’m right here for you
Just so you know
May 2013