My brother was a Silver Soul
A silver soul was he
not here for so long
had some loved cars
and two loved children
still walking here
one driving his fathers Mercedes
in the same little town
a green cab -58
when I phone them
I become the voice of my brother
so his kids
still can hear him
so I can be his thoughts and
care
for a handicapped child
so brave
hiding her sadness
my brother has gone away
but is anyway near
too kind he was, they say
people misused him,
probably i did it too
away (a word moving with the wings of a bird)
away
is he
and still here
is he
he is
my brother
the silver soul
We cannot get the dead ones back. But we can imagine what they want us to do.
It´s as if my brother whispers i my ear, please visit my child, phone here, don't forget her.
So in an way my brother lives on in me and in other people that new him.
My son has a friend, who's father is dead, and I'm sure the father wants the friendship to go on and want's me and other to keep an eye on his son.
Of course the father lives on in his son, but also in me, also in my son....
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