I still see my brother Michael pressed and polished shaking hands down at the store
and everyone had come to see the all-star hop to Greyhound bus to go to war
he punched me in the arm to say goodbye
it was the first time that I saw our father cry
And I kept all my brother's letters tied in ribbon in a box beneath my bed
and every night I read by flashlight with the covers in a tent above my head
his words said not to worry, doing fine
it was his way of trying to ease my mind
while I was trying not to read between the lines
The weight of the world, too heavy to lift
so much to lose, so much to miss
but it doesn't seem fair that an innocent boy
should have to carry the weight of the world
Then it was homecoming and football games
picking out our dresses for the prom
with my brother in some desert dodging bullets
when he wasn't dodging bombs
and we went from the land of brave and free
to just of being afraid to disagree
while I was being brought down to my knees
By the weight of the world, too heavy to lift
so much to lose, and so much to miss
and it doesn't fair that an innocent boy
should have to carry the weight of the world
It was the middle of December when the army sent my brother home at last
while the flag pole by the football field flew the colors halfway down the mast
wind blew cold and snow was coming down
still everybody turned out from our town
as we laid my brother in that frozen ground
The weight of the world, too heavy to lift
and so much was lost, yet so much was missed
but it doesn't seem fair that any boy and any girl
should have to carry the weight of the world
should have to carry the weight of the world
and everyone had come to see the all-star hop to Greyhound bus to go to war
he punched me in the arm to say goodbye
it was the first time that I saw our father cry
And I kept all my brother's letters tied in ribbon in a box beneath my bed
and every night I read by flashlight with the covers in a tent above my head
his words said not to worry, doing fine
it was his way of trying to ease my mind
while I was trying not to read between the lines
The weight of the world, too heavy to lift
so much to lose, so much to miss
but it doesn't seem fair that an innocent boy
should have to carry the weight of the world
Then it was homecoming and football games
picking out our dresses for the prom
with my brother in some desert dodging bullets
when he wasn't dodging bombs
and we went from the land of brave and free
to just of being afraid to disagree
while I was being brought down to my knees
By the weight of the world, too heavy to lift
so much to lose, and so much to miss
and it doesn't fair that an innocent boy
should have to carry the weight of the world
It was the middle of December when the army sent my brother home at last
while the flag pole by the football field flew the colors halfway down the mast
wind blew cold and snow was coming down
still everybody turned out from our town
as we laid my brother in that frozen ground
The weight of the world, too heavy to lift
and so much was lost, yet so much was missed
but it doesn't seem fair that any boy and any girl
should have to carry the weight of the world
should have to carry the weight of the world
envoyé par Siru Laine e CCG/AWS Staff - 5/7/2009 - 18:25
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