Without the blood your still my older brother,
And you will be replaced by no other.
A best friend I've found in you,
A relationship to which I am very new.
What would I do without my confidant?
This world, I would continue to haunt.
In this war my close comrade,
Our enemy- the emotion called 'sad'.
I call you my compadre,
I wish my thoughts, these words would convey.
Your more than just kin to me,
I don't know how that can be.
Your more than just an associate to flaunt,
Your my brother, my friend, my confidant.