Seat
There's a seating area surrounding each stage,
Arranged like a classic Greek amphitheater.
Three perfect little sections of chairs arranged
In a half-moon shape,
Left, Middle and Right.
And in the Middle section
Is a quaint little seat
In the first row,
The middle seat,
Which gives the best view of the action.
First row, middle seat.
That's my seat.
My golden seat.
I sit there when my bro is scheduled for a fight.
I sit there because I know he can see me
And I can see him.
I can look in his eyes,
And he can look in mine
And know
That I will always root for him.
I will always be there for him.
I can speak words of deep brotherly love
Without uttering a syllable.
In the heat of battle,
I watch him from my special seat.
I watch the fire burn in his eyes.
I watch the sweat slide slowly down his face.
I watch his face as it animates.
I watch his muscles and his fluid movements.
I watch him.
I gird him.
I support him.
I love him.
First row, middle seat.
When my bro is on the battlefield,
That seat is mine,
All mine.