All i have (in memory of vincent a. cea ii)

I was never prepared for a loss such as this
Through all my tears, my brother is what I miss
The things we used to do, now they don't exist
Just to hear his voice or see his face again

Memories of my past, memories is all I have felt

I swore to myself, I would avenge his death
Now my only meaning is to put his soul to rest

Knowing what I have done was done with all my best
Takes all this pressure, straight off my chest