The last returned across the pond to a place we called the "World"
See the strong survive so some of us have made it
Back into a world that never seemed to care
Cause’ I see some brothers livin’ in these alleys
Bearin’ hardship like we all shared over there
"Brothers of the blood"
Fightin’ for our country while our country’s fightin’ us
"Brothers of the blood"
Well you may not know our names but we’re your "Brothers of the blood"
And now my brother’s runnin’ through the jungles of the mind
Runnin’ into hopelessness, while runnin’ out of time
Searchin’ for some way out, Strugglin’ to be free
Tryin’ to find some peace of mind through pure insanity
Now he can’t remember life as being easy
Either fightin’ in a war or on the streets
But each night he prays to God he’ll find some comfort
Where’re you gonna’ run tonight? What you gonna’ eat?
"Brothers of the blood"
You could have run to Canada instead of dying in Saigon
"Brothers of the blood"
Unemployed or doin’ time or standin’ in some welfare line
"Brothers of the blood"
The Lord made us a promise a secret I will tell
"Brothers of the blood"
When we die we go to Heaven cause’ we’ve spent our time in Hell
Author: ©
Bill McDonald 1987
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