I often wonder, what life is all about,
Are the moments enough,
To get through all the rough,
Will my family make up?
Or will we forever be full of drama.
Isn’t life too short to push people away,
Family is who we should be able to count on?
Or am I just too naïve for real life.
Will my family continue to break,
Or was the initial fracture,
Enough for our sake?
Family is scarce and limited,
We should cherish it while we can,
But it seems something still seems to stand,
In the way of all that,
It continues to divide,
And I can’t seem to hide from it.
Unless we can make up,
We only set ourselves up,
To be alone,
In a world that is set,
To break us apart,
Will we shatter like a bull in
A china shop?
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