You sir, working in your garden
With your leather laugh wrinkled face
Calloused hands steady to the ***
God loving salt of the earth soul
You are my brother

You my lady, tending to your family
With your silver locks of hair
Portraits on the wall
Rocking chair tales of innocence (lost)
Untold secrets that will remain
Untold
You are my sister

He who walks down Bond Road limping
Broken banjo string strumming
Songs of the mother land singing
Tepestuous youth smiling
He is my brother

She who hides in the shadow
Licking incestuous wounds inflicted
Untrusting broken open heart that
Bleeds nightly
She is my sister

You are all angels of light to me
And I love you