My brother and I sit on a couch.

My sister and I sit in my Aunt's house.

Forever young stuck in a picture, in a room in a different house.

Free in America is where we are.

I live in Europe, wearing a star.

We protect our family for inevitable scars.

I have two parents, who never were poor.

I had a daddy who was tore in the war.

We have lived through hard times that made our eyes sore.

Bomb debris doesn't fall down on me.

My lungs are burnt from foreign dreams, an idea of being free.

Lived through wars, different but still, what do you choose, the blue or red pill?

I live in a world open and free.

Locked in a cage is where I will be.

We look out of a window and see the same stars, our hearts are not far apart.

I sleep at night with a roof over my head.

I don't sleep because most of us wake up dead.

We both believe what we believe but one of us is punished and buried under leaves.

I have a brother a few years older than me.

My sister was born when I was three.

Different age & different stories with an abundance of different gorie's.

Standing for a country who stands up for me.

Stood on by a country that disgraces upon me.

Trying to stand up for what we believe while our loved ones are knocked to their knees.

I wake up to the morning sun, it never seems to fade.

I wake up to a siren warning of a bomb raid.

Opening eyes in different ways but closing them is the same.