To my brother,

When all hope was lost, and the sacrifice was more than the cost, You were always there when I needed you the most.  You showed me my wrongs,
even all the needle prongs,
you saved me from slings and arrows,even cracks so narrow.Now the roles are reversed and the tribulation inversed. For now it is you with a heart on the mend, and this time it could be the end.  How am I going to move on, when all I know is that your gone.  The pain you feel, can only cause pain so real.  I can not help but wonder, why are put so asunder.  You will always be my big brother, no matter what the lies be said, there is to many tears that have been shed.  One more for the passing page, to be spared on the night's engage.

To Steve (aka: Marsala Moreheart)

From Jake (aka: Lita Moreheart)