At my feet is the broken body of my dear brother
Gazing into Heaven, he will no longer walk my dreams or my waking hours
A part of me would gladly trade places with him so that the world wouldn't lose such a noble man so soon
It is now up to me to carry what he brought
To teach what he presented
To live on with his banner a permanent part of mine

"Touch your lips with a magic kiss, and you'll be a bluebird too."
Paul McCartney