Bonded

From rags or rithes we were all born

From some us a family torn

But in our darkest hours

When we see no light

We find our way

And we start to write.

We wrote of fears and of lovers passing

And all our fears that are amassing.

We wrote of fears and of all our dreams
The passing of life and similar things.

We script stories of love or hate

But know for all that source will have to to wait.

If you believe in a god at all

One who will let you rise not fall

Then take my heat with you

Because i feel it is true

For those who are left behind

You have

This

PnQ