I Know I've Made It When...I know I've made it when,The bitter taste of defeat had left my tongue.When I no longer rely on outer sources, to forget about what happened that day.He's still my brother,No matter what he says.His fight for independence had caused me pain.But I also felt pride.He was finally growing up.Did I want to let him go?Let him loose on a world I tried to shield him away from?Great empires will fall.Would he make it?When he finally falls, who will be there to pickup the pieces?When I charged at him,Bayonet in hand,Teeth gritted in rageFor a brief moment, I considered pulling the trigger.I could've ended it there.Plain an