It's cruel how we treat our blood like strangers
And choose a million others over them
How hate is so quick to diffuse towards one of our own
Yet love is quickly given to outsiders

Like a wolf in sheep clothing we become Imposters to our own blood
And fail to see the True Worth of family
Children against parents a never ending circle of rage and disputes
Home became a court room of finger pointing
"An eye for an eye", the anthem sung among siblings and love becames an Imperfect Gleam of light

I wonder when will the brawl behaviour cease..
To give way to forgiveness and humility cause in the end,
Family is all we got ...