Father, brother, son: we’re all the same
simply pawns in their ultimate game
why I ask, why are you doing this to me?
Don’t know you brother!
Night vision, spot you, trigger squeeze
missed you like you missed me
did you miss on purpose?
Maybe I did
why would I want to put your life to an end?
If we were not just pawns, maybe we could be friends
©Copyright Summer 2006 by Travis Bickford