1967

[00:09.940]Those school girl of telling tales and biting nails gone [00:24.830]But in my mind I know they will still live on and on [00:39.400]But how do you thanks someone who has taken you [00:44.810]From crayons to perfume it isn't teasy but I'll

He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place He was singin' on his knees An angry mob tra