In the quiet moments of brotherhood,Where silence speaks louder than words,A bond unbreakable and understood,Shared dreams take flight like birds.Through laughter and through tears,In the echoes of youthful days,We navigate the fleeting years,In each other’s steadfast gaze.Through trials that test the soul,In the darkness and the light,We find strength to make us whole,In the embrace of brotherly might.As time weaves its endless thread,And paths may drift apart,The bond of brotherhood is never dead,Forever held within the heart.