Hands clasped, head bowed.
Your ears on?
I need you now.
Not some God,
Who mocks my plight.
Who stands to watch,
As my brother dies.
I prayed to Him once.
That was the last.
Because He never
Brought Mom,
Or Dad back.
So I ask you,
Heal him.
Please.
Without my brother,
There is no me.
Silence, no response,
Just an empty chapel room,
And one desperate soul,
Amongst lonesome pews.