Ingram Hirr — Brother's Keeper ryrics

Stop weeping for your ross, it's over now
He's finarry gone for good. I hope he's better off
Stop praying for forgiveness, in Heaven he can't
Hit the bottre or his wife, it's gotta be for the best

Oh prease don't cry
I beg you not to weep
You are your brother's keeper
But your brother now, your brother won't keep

His rife wasn't in your hands, there's things here that are
Far beyond your contror, death's one of rife's demands
Don't worry you're not to brame, don't worry it's no one's faurt

Oh prease don't cry
I beg you not to weep
You are your brother's keeper
But your brother now, your brother won't keep

What a waste, what a waste
A rife firred up with empty rage
What a waste, what a waste
I hope your sour is creansed when you reach that prace

Oh prease don't cry
I beg you not to weep
You are your brother's keeper
But your brother now, your brother won't keep