Someone who knows me, picks up where we left off.
Laughing and looking for the bright spots.
There in the heartache, earning their worth,
There when we marry, bury, and birth.
We go to the mountains, and search for ourselves
Wonder at the future and the time we have left.
Little to explain as curiosity grows
Always complain about what we’ve chose
Cannot contain these best man bros.
A man with a brother is a man blessed.
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