My brother, a soldier.
Fifteen long months he'll be gone in Kuwait.
My brother off to war at 22 years,
known him all my life.
Said goodbye in the house,
and walked with the family out to the car.
Another hug, another goodbye.
Starts to leave,
I start to cry,
and run to his side of the car, he gets out.
I wrap my arms around him,
like I'm never gonna let go.
He tells me its going to be alright,
that he's gonna come home.
I'm hugging him and crying.
Tears stream down my face as my heart's being ripped out.
If he dies,
I don't know what I'll do.
I will be missing him until the day he comes back.
If he dies,
I'm gonna go down to the world of the dead and bring him back,
there's no way I'm going to live without him.
My brother the soldier.
I love you,
don't you dare get yourself killed.
I love you and you'll never know how much I do