I can measure the sadness
I can measure the sadness
Just by your eyes
They pierce out at me,
Reminding me of what I did to you.
I can measure the sadness
By the waiver in your voice,
My little brother,
Of condemned steel.
Remember our mother's smiles
When she held our hands?
She would have told us
Not to be so greedy.
I'm sorry little brother
That I can measure the sadness.
