This story began before I was born.
A childless woman cried sadly at home.
Her maid gave birth to a child of her own.
My father felt joy yet he was torn.
A conflict began one day at dawn.
The maid took your hand and you were gone.
To the desert you left, towards the unknown.
I reckon you were so alone.
God will hear you oh, my blood.
For the years you roamed in dirt and mud.
Forsaken like a nomad, deserted in the flood
Forgive me, brother.
You did nothing wrong and took all the shame.
I suffered myself, yet I am to blame.
The lord blessed us both, but we still fight and claim.
That kid on the mountain, - what was his name?
Brother hear my plea tonight.
I grew tired from these endless years of (Our) fight.
From a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of light
Please hear me, brother...
Brother hear my plea tonight.
I grew tired from thesr endless years of (our) fight.
from a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of light.
Please hear me, brother.

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