Mary Gauthier - Brothers

War ripped my b^Eaby from my breast Now my name and r^Aank cover my chest Twenty-three h^Eours I flew and wept Twenty-three h^Aours I never slept Wiped my f^Eace, changed my soaking bra Told my b^Aody not to feel at all Tried to be like y^Eou, what must I do To prove that ^BI'm a brother to^Eo?

I thought RP^EGs were fireworks That's how g^Areen I was at first Blood blistered f^Eeet, black and blue I slid ins^Aide my blood filled boots Seventy-pound p^Eack plus you on my back Spilled my blood on the r^Aoad, man, I carried my load Kept you in my v^Eiew, I'd die for you Don't that make m^Be a brother to^Eo?

It's okay to ^C#mcry, that's what you say But if I d^Ao I'm damned anyway I learned to c^Ery without a sound 'Cause I'm afr^Baid you'll put me down

Don't you underst^Aand the words you say You raised a fl^Eag for the men you serve What about the w^Aomen, what do we deserve? I was just like y^Eou when the bullets flew I had your b^Aack, you had mine too Brothers in a^Erms, your sisters covered you Don't that make ^Bus your brother to^Eo?

Say it for ^Eme, say it for you Your sisters ^Bare your brothers to^Eo