Circle

Watching them smile was like seeing a whale for the first time.

Hearing them laugh was like listening to angels sing a cheerful chime.

Notes of all kinds flowing through my hears to incease my hearts beat.

A pulse so intense, I could barely breathe.

From sea to shining sea, to the lands all high.

 They are always my happiness, dead, or alive.

I prefer alive of course; dancing with spirits gets a little lonely.

But I will do it, even if it is for one night only.

My source of light is the strongest known to man kind,

It's my family of course, and they're only mine.

If I die, I pray Oh Lord, don't let me go back,

I've lived once already, and I had the perfect pack.

Remember me now, tomorrow, and I hope you remembered me yesterday,

I only get one family, and they are my happiness in every which way.

 

 

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My family
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