My Brothers Keeper

Godfather.

Once upon a time this dusty old soul
Never gave up
And it never grew old
I was my brother’s keeper.

Though many days have come to pass
I still remember the times we had
And the mountains that we moved.

No one day was like the last
We told the world to kiss our ass
And every battle was to the death.

We stormed the beach at Normandy
And we cleaned up Hitler’s final stand
We brought a country to its knees.

We stole the wine and drank a cup
And when the last German soldier lay in waste
We prayed through tears
For forgiveness of our sin’s
We thought we’d never grow old.

The shrapnel finds its way through the skin of my leg’s
And the holes in my heart will never fade away
But I’d do it all again because I am my brother’s keeper.

Now here I am I’m 90 years old
But this dusty old soul has never gave up
And it never grew old
I’m still my brother’s keeper.

And as I stand above your grave
I remember all the times we had
And the mountain’s that we moved.

I hope these words will make to you
Because you’re still your brother’s keeper.

So I stole the wine and I brought a cup
To share a drink with you
So if I fall asleep would you shake my hand
And we can talk about the mountain’s that we moved.

We are still our brother’s keeper.


Godfather.