The blood red strand

just up ahead
right where they stand
is a line drawn
in the sand
shoulder to shoulder
they stood each man
as we moved closer
they stood firm
we could almost see their eyes
when I saw the first one
I felt the fever rise
I knew it was him
by he look in his eyes
the first one's mine I shouted
and began the attack
onward to victory came my cries
and with a swirl of my sword
and a deep lunging thrust
I killed my brother for all of his lies
I stopped for a moment
as I pulled out my sword
why my brother, why my Lord
the line drawn in the sand
the blood red strand
where we once stood hand in hand
two young boys fishing
two young boys wishing
on the future
laughing about our lives
and our future wives
two young boys
two brothers
the blood red strand
why did it happen
why did you leave
this place your homeland
we never did get along
but never fought at all
to desert your family
your Mother, Father and Brother
to desert us all
and your friends
for fame and riches
to be worshipped
and bejeweled
we were brought up to believe
that people cannot be ruled
and used by keeping them in fear
why my brother, why my Lord
and how did we get to here
the line drawn in the sand
the blood red strand

making the right decisions in life can be the most devasting...sometimes involving the hurting of those we love most