Brothers' Souls

In the field, where the corn grew high, three boys raced beneath the sky.

Their laughter echoed wild and free. The younger one always chasing me. Through the dirt,

through the pain, we all grew up but the bond remained. Brothers souls,

they've carried me through. Held me steady when the storm winds blew.

Through the fights, the tears, the cold, I'll never forget my brothers' souls.

Yeah. Yeah. They took to the road, a wanderer's path,

while I stayed home, built a life that lasts. Their letters came,

ink stained with dust, said they found their way, said they earned