Dear little brother, full of grief,
I hope my death can give you peace.
It's a vile, wretched thing I've done,
so come and get me. Make me run.
Little brother, grown tall and strong,
don't make my choices, prove them wrong.
Show the Leaf what could have been,
if they only looked past what we seemed.
Little brother, eyes so bright,
show the world our fearsome might.
Protect them all with your new power,
Little raven, fox and flower.