When blood sees blood

Of its own

It sings to see itself again

It sings to hear the voice it's known

It sings to recognize the face



One body split and passed along the line

>From the shoulder to the hip

I know these bones as being mine

And the curving of the lip



And my question to you is:

How did this come to pass?

How did this one life fall so far and fast?



Some are lean and some with grace, and some without;

All tell the story that repeats

Of a child who had been left alone at birth

Left to fend and taught to fight



See his eyes and how they start with light

Getting colder as the pictures go

Did he carry his bad luck upon his back?

That bad luck we've all come to know



And my question to you is:

How did this come to pass?

How did this one life fall so far and fast?



When blood sees blood

Of its own

It sings to see itself again