I have no memories of my childhood that we don't share.
My brother's been my enemy, my ally and my best friend
and even in distance, he's always there.
Show me a man who is more giving.
Show me a man with more love to share.
My brother is a man who did more with less
and who conquered hardships beyond compare.
We don't share blood, but something better
a respect and a love that was earned.
And now my brother has given his heart to a girl
and my brother's love is returned.
I won't get to see the look in his eye
when the eyes of his bride find his own.
I'm on a journey of love myself,
and making my way back home.
But my brother is happy and deserves nothing less
than the joy in his heart and this girl in her dress,
her heart, their future and the joy in success
That they've created something better.
