Words and music by jc porter
They made me my brothers keeper
So I set my brother free
They came and stole that away
And that scares the hell out of me
I can't look at the broken one's
I've been told that’s not he way
If I can't look how can I see
To tell my self what's right and wrong
On the wings of a steal bird going down
Someone else always takes that fall
On the way to something better now
That’s the price we all have to pay
Well well can you hear the silence
Calling me from down the street
If I hurry I could catch up
I could stay here where the noise is sweet
From the album "the Stand"
©jcporter 1989
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