Who but yourself is to blame
You follow the brothers past
What present should be there to claim
You ride on the wings of old stories
Still stuck in yesterdays same
With him I have a past
Which is not yours to really claim
If he is dead so be it
But I shall have no more of the same
Love is to be lived not avoided
It lives not where people don't talk
Nor does it grow or ever survive
It takes time and attention
To keep it alive
