Is that you brother, (morning) drunk against that wall?
Is that you bro, sleeping in those cardboard walls?
Wasn’t that you, who answered your nations call?
Is that you, is that you?

Is that you brother, standing in that mission line?
Is that you bro, pan handling for some wine?
Is that you? Weren’t you once a buddy of mine?
Is that you? Is that you?

And Is that you brother, no place left to go?
Is that you bro with just one dirty set of cloths?
And what about your family, do they all really know?
That it’s you! That it’s you!

Is that you brother, that’s locked up in that cell?
Would it be different had there been someone just to tell?
Who also knew, what it’s like to have to pass thru hell.
Is that you bro? Is that you?

Is that you brother, that peace has left behind?
Is that you bro still fighting battles in your mind?
Is that you, who wonders if death just might be kind
Is that you? Is that you?

And is that you brother, with the eyes that seem so lost
Is that you bro whose dreams have all been tossed
Wasn’t that you, who paid our freedoms cost
Is that you bro? Is that you?

Yes, that is you my brother, that I can’t get off my mind.
I wonder why somehow, you’ve been left behind?
And can we change this or are we running out of time?
Just like you Bro, Just like you.

Forgive us

W. HOLTFRETER (AJ) © 7/18/2008