Staircase

What do you say to my brother

My friend, then you've said that same thing to me

It's no big deal, she's just my sister

No need to compromise on your crude philosophy

My friend did you know you are my brother

And I know that what you say is what you've heard

I'm where and wearying and I'm worn

I scream until I cannot hear a word

But somehow in this life there is a peace that comes on me

But I throw conviction to the wind and set my anger free

And how can I expect this house to stand on the mud I've laid

'cause I'm tripping, falling on myself and the staircase that I've made

and where's the honor in that, where's the honor in that

C'mon brother can you tell me

Where's the honor in that, where's the honor in that

I can hear my sister ask me

"If this was a perfect world

Would brothers and sisters still act that way?

'Cause if this is righteousness

I'll settle for mediocrity any day."

I guess my tongue of pride has had it say

Why do I get so defensive anyway

Dumb pride, dumb luck, which is the cause

And I wonder which of these sustains a greater loss

But somehow in this life there is a peace that comes on me

But we throw conviction to the wind and set this anger free

And how can we expect this house to stand on the mud we've laid

We're tripping, falling on ourselves and the staircase that we've made

Oh who am I, and what is my family?

That days to come have even held a place for me

Can you hear me saying I will build a house for you

And you say 'First look to your neighbor's house.

There is much work to do.' If not then...