In the quiet whispers of the night,
Brothers share their dreams and fears,
Through laughter, tears, and endless fights,
They conquer all the passing years.
With hearts as bold as mountain peaks,
And spirits forged in fires bright,
They stand together, strong and meek,
Through every storm and darkest night.
In fields of green and skies of blue,
Their footprints mark a shared path,
With every step, a bond renews,
Through joy and sorrow, love and wrath.
As time goes by and hair turns gray,
Their souls remain forever young,
For brothers’ love, come what may,
Is a song thatâs always sung.