Pact of Brothers

Ooh. Ooh, yeah. Brothers and I, we made a

pact. Under the sky, we'd be staying intact. I was the

sister holding tight. All the love mom couldn't fight. Brothers and I

made a pact to stay. Through the storms and through the fray.

But now they're re-gone, I'm standing still. A promise made of heart to

fill. Mom chased shadows down the lane. Bottle in hand to

drown her pain. She searched for love in fleeting men.

Left us to fend, too brave to bend. She was never