Brother
This story began before I was bornA childless woman cried sadly at homeHer maid gave birth to a child of her ownMy father felt joy yet he was tornA conflict began one day at dawnThe maid took your hand and you were goneTo the desert you left, towards the unknownI reckon you were so aloneGod will hear you oh, my bloodFor the years you roamed in dirt and mudForsaken like a nomad, deserted in the floodForgive me, brother
You did nothing wrong and took all the shameI suffered myself, yet I am to blameThe lord blessed us both, but we still fight and claimThat kid on the mountain, - what was his name?Brother hear my plea tonightI grew tired from these endless years of (Our) fightFrom a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of lightPlease hear me, brother...