Brother's Keeper | 1998

To trade love for gold, but this gold is ours. This gold meant to build your future, generational and bold.

This gold drapes my hand, as I ponder its origin.

Who knew this gold would outlive you? My artifact of your past.

For this gold is all I hold, amongst memories I loathe.

...and while I held this gold, you lay cold, dead, alone.