Brothers - Mary Gauthier

War in my baby from my breast

Now my name in rank cover my chest

Twenty-three hours I flew and wept

Twenty-three hours I never slept

Wiped my face, changed my soaking bra

Told my body not to feel at all

Tried to be like you, what must I do

To prove that I’m a brother too?

I thought RPGs were fireworks

That’s how green I was at first

Blood blistered feet, black and blue

I slid inside my blood filled boots

Seventeen-pound pack, push you on my back

Spilled my blood on the road, man, I carried my load

Kept you in my view, I’d die for you

Don’t that make me a brother too?

It’s okay to cry, that’s what you said

But if I do I’m damned anyway

I learned to cry without a sound

'Cause I’m afraid you’ll put me down

You broke my heart on Veteran’s Day

Don’t you understand the words you say?

You raised a flag for the men who served

What about the women?

What do we deserve?

I was just like you when the bullets flew

I had your back, you had mine too

Brothers in arms, your sisters covered you

Don’t that make us your brother too?

Say it for me, say it for you

Your sisters are your brothers too