Half-Brother Of Mine Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've got a soul in the next building
He's a half-brother of mine.
Singing about a parade
Singing about a journey back to paradise
Singing about a pantomime
Singing about my suffering
Saying I'm only living in a cloud
Saying he's me, asking to be free.

I've got a soul in the next building
He's a half-brother of mine.
I hear heavy piano playing and drums
Coming through the wall
But meanwhile, I see a 5ft 4inch angel
Playing the harp, saying stay
I've charms never to set you free
Holy anthem's you'll see.

There are times, I want to step outside
And just be me
But I don't know who that man might be.
There are times I want to go down to the harbour
And drown, just to drown my tears
And know why I'm here
Why I'm alive.
Why I've always been divided brother and broke.