MY BROTHERS

I will walk the streets of my town,
In search of peace so desired,
I will seek the wrong brother,
That they both lied,
At that promised much, and never gave it.
I'll find my brother on this earth,
We explain that we were wrong,
I'll try to love again
Without rancor or hatred of the past,
I'll give you my hand and hope
From a full life without lies,
I'll tell you own your life,
While others think otherwise
That freedom is the fondest dream,
A man and his destiny.
Today I look for my brother,
Because the dream is in peril,
Do not take off my arm,
My brother.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA