The Same Son Lyrics

Sisters starving, brothers begging.
Mothers mourning, fathers folding

When I look in the mirror I see:
A boy not a man
The son of a father I refuse to understand
The "brother" of a brother like a wound I neglect
The coward of a sister with the world I forget
The prodigal son, but I am yet to return
From a siege where I take refuge but I want to watch burn
Your lover, your companion, your champion, your friend
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Forever by your side but not in the end

The fortunate son who dwells in the city,
With the poorest of the poor, still, I ask for your pity

And while there's a man who sleeps on the ice-cold streets
His godsend not in me, but in his cardboard: his sheets

Yet

I still see the same son.