♥~ ♥~ ♥~ ♥~ ♥~ ♥ There is always a face before me, A voice I would love to hear, A smile I will always remember, Of a brother I loved so dear. Deep in my heart lies a picture, More precious than silver or gold, It's a picture of my brother, Whose memory will never grow old. ♥~ ♥~ ♥~ ♥~ ♥~ ♥