When blood sees blood 
Of its own 
It sings to see itself again 
It sings to hear the voice it's known 
It sings to recognize the face 
 
One body split and passed along the line 
From the shoulder to the hip 
I know these bones as being mine 
And the curving of the lip 
 
And my question to you is: 
How did this come to pass? 
How did this one life fall so far and fast? 
 
Some are lean and some with grace, and some without; 
All tell the story that repeats 
Of a child who had been left alone at birth 
Left to fend and taught to fight 
 
See his eyes and how they start with light 
Getting colder as the pictures go 
Did he carry his bad luck upon his back? 
That bad luck we've all come to know 
 
And my question to you is: 
How did this come to pass? 
How did this one life fall so far and fast? 
 
When blood sees blood 
Of its own 
It sings to see itself again