Cain and Abel.

I'm walking in the places we used to play,
I hear the laughter of the boys and girls,
I hear the happy songs we used to sing,
we had many friends,
we were the best of friends,
we were brothers,
you were two years younger,
we lost our innocence at such a young age,
when they found out,
we were bastard children,
vilified and fingers pointed,
name called and spat upon,
our friends didn't care who we were,
sadly, we bothered their parents,
but we were blood brothers,
these days,
I laugh at life's little tragedy's,
and sing songs that are melancholy,
my only friends now,
are Dylan and Cohen.

You made friends with devils and demons,
and I lost you,
when,
our father killed a man in cold blood,
and mother did the best she could,
you chose his path of darkness,
but I did try,
to light the way,
on my 33rd birthday,
you pummeled my face and body,
with your fist and feet,
and left me for dead,
like Cain and Abel,
you were jealous,
because I was favored more,
by the old and wise,
they saw the evil in your eyes,
just like our fathers,
but they saw the goodness in mine,
and I chose to nurture it,
you were forgiven,
when I realized I was still alive,
and I walked away,
deep into the night,
lonely.

It still hurts what you did to me,
and I still cry,
not for me,
but for you,
these old streets where we happily played,
still have their laughter,
still have their happy songs,
still have the good memories,
all the boys and girls are gone though,
but I see them,
I see us,
and who we were,
these days,
I wish it was still the same.