Bros Big bothers, One of a kind, Like he is for me, And I am to you. A chain of three, Merging generations, Hoping the other to be What he once dreamed to be. The cycle goes on, Stages unfold, Some might be cold, But the fire will always burn. Wonder how it will be, When time passes by, How high would be our sky, In happiness will we always shine. And we shall, Like time never passed by, We are what we were, And what we will always be.