Song for My Brother

Oh brother don't set store by my advice

I've made enough mistakes to fill a life

But since you ask the thoughts that fill my head

Here's one or two may stand you in good stead

If the learned and the wise say you should

The chances are you never really would

If the priest and the confessor say you shan't

The chance is you'll resent the fact you can't

Ignore the man who cries that you're a fool

cnd the man who swears that all your words are jewels

If you know you're in the wrong don't stand and fight

But scream bloody murder if you know you're right

cnd if you find you're out of tune with all the choir

Then their numbers needn't make their thinking higher

If the multitude should take a northward turn

Then the south is surely where there's most to learn

If any bastard tries to hush your words

Then knock him down and let your voice be heard

If I ever should seem to talk down to you

Then forget blood and knock my right down too

cnd never fear to be the one to speak

In favour of the broken and the weak

cnd though the world will try to change your mind

Just walk the path that's loving and that's kind