Have Heart - The Same Son lyrics

Sisters starving, brothers begging
Mothers mourning, fathers folding

When I look into the mirror I see:
A boy not a man
The son of a father I refuse to understand
The "brother" of a brother like
A wound I neglect
The coward of a sister with
The world I forget
The prodigal son, but I am yet to return
From a siege where I take refuge
But want to watch burn
Your lover, your companion, your champion
Your friend
Forever by your side but not in the end
The fortunate son who dwells in the city
With the poorest of the poor, still
I ask for your pity

And while theres a man who sleeps on
The ice-cold streets his godsend not in me
But in his cardboard: his sheets

Yet

I still see the same son