And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life,
What do you think you'd expect you would see?
Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life,
And in the river reflections of me

Just for a second a glimpse of my father I see,
And in a movement he beckons to me.
And in a moment the memories are all that remain,
And all the wounds are reopening again.
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We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers

And as you look all around at the world in dismay,
What do you see, do you think we have learned?
Not if you're taking a look at the war torn affray,
Out in the streets where the babies are burned.
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There are times when I feel I'm afraid for the world.
There are times I'm ashamed of us all.
When you're floating on all the emotion you feel,
And reflecting the good and the bad.

Will we ever know what the answer to life really is?
Can you really tell me what life is?
Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you
Could be swept away by fate's own hand.
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When you think that we've used all our chances,
And the chance to make everything right,
Keep on making the same old mistakes
Makes untipping the balance so easy.
When we're living our lives on the edge,
Say a prayer on the book of the dead.
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And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life...