In his right hand sat a rifle, pointing at his kin
In the other there was powder, and it was meant for him
Turn the clock back and these two brothers who had played
Never would have seen this coming as they grew and aged
What is it that we need? Why must we always fight?
When instead we could be ironing our differences at night?
You know that it’s a feeling, and you know I feel it too
I can’t explain the things I see or things that people do
What is it that you’re thinking?
What is it that you’ve seen?
My brother, please don’t let the world get
Caught up in between
Every struggle, I have seen it
Every loss, I shall regret
But you and I are here now
And our cause we can’t forget
Listen to the violin, its strings are being played
Freedom wasn’t given, there was blood when it was paid
Do not forget the ones who wept to make this sacrifice
Because today we need a way to get back what is right
In my right hand sits a pencil, I point it at my kin
If I could write that things are right, you know I would give in
It hurts to know that I can’t though, this world is split in two
And I shall fight until it’s right…because she’d want me to