Orphaned Land - Brother

Orphaned Land - Brother

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This story began before I was born

A childless woman cried sadly at home

Her maid gave birth to a child of her own

My father felt joy yet he was torn

A conflict began one day at dawn

The maid took your hand and you were gone

To the desert you left, towards the unknown

I reckon you were so alone

God will hear you oh, my blood

For the years you roamed in dirt and mud

Forsaken like a nomad, deserted in the flood

Forgive me, brother

You did nothing wrong and took all the shame

I suffered myself, yet I am to blame