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.