Mother my sweet mother
Don't you cry for him anymore
by sundown it was better
for you let to him go
Brother my dear brother
Your prayers brought you cure
At least it seems your god made you better,
gave you hope
He's not coming home
Dressed to the nines
He's only waiting for beyond
father so bring me mind back
Sister forgive me sister
The now becomes unbearable
The green silver screen
cause children will grieve
and the why's don't really matter at all
It's just the way it goes
So brother my dear brothers
this is a song I wrote for us all
He's not coming home
Dressed to the nines
He's only waiting for beyond
Please give me the edge of something
Even if might be small
Leave me closure of some kind
Let me go
Let go let go
I think that something is wrong
he's not coming at all
I think that something is wrong
It's more than a broken bone
