If we are bound by our reality
What reality do you see in me?
For in my love I have forged your hatred,
With your small body I have battered and beaten,
That indeed, you may hate me.
That indeed, you may hate me,
Otouto,
We are brothers, yet I love you.
In my love I fail you,
When in lies I swear to protect,
The only one I left.
I hope that without your forgiveness,
I will have taught you this lesson.
That lives are worth more than gold,
That people can change,
And to fear nothing you do not know.
Now these final moments I will die.
In my loss you will find freedom,
No longer will i choose your destiny,
Instead you have grown strong.
Strong in hate, but now greater in love.
So for the last time i will look into those eyes,
Remember the laughing toddler on my shoulders,
Hold the crying child by my side,
Support the young warrior ,
I look in blindness, but my mind is a reflection of you.
I ask that you forgive me,
But now it is up to you.
You can make wrong choices,
Hurt people,
Rid yourself of the pain I caused you.
Or you can thrive.
I promise this one last thing.
No matter what you do,
What you say,
How you cry or run or even live,
I will always love you.
And with those words a shinobi disappeared.
He was battered, despised, and hated.
And loved. Oh so deeply loved.
For in one heart his reflection also resided,
The heart of his little Otouto.