How was it when you took your first step towards your new home?
Was it like they say?
A bright light shining down from a Heaven.
Passed love ones standing side by side, happy that you are coming,
Hope you didn’t look back to see what you left behind? No need for that, to see us cry,
To see how we hide our pain,
No Brother, don't look back,
You are free from this world I see,
Until you hear this whispers’” B is coming”
You better look back…..
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About my young brother