Who are brothers and lovers
Who watch me covered in thirst and dust
And like strangers walk past
Where are they of similar vein
To whom am supposed to turn in pain
Who see the tears in the smile
And the cry hidden a laughter
Where are the strong shoulders
That belief in the spirit of a soldier
Who lend a hand when one is tired
And a kiss of life on death bed
Yes, formless as the wind
And empty is their word
All alone in this crowded world
Not a soul on whom to hold
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