Who's my brother, is it the homeless man I see wandering down the street
Or the and his family living right next door to me. Or the weary high
Strung soldier a stone cold ***** with no parade to welcome him home.
From another billion dollar war. Who hears inside his head the dying
Screams of his fallen brothers and just take any more
There are so many people in this fast paced world who just want to be
Left alone. And for this might live with much regret and not even realize
That the next man or woman who comes into your life
Might be a brother yet