Family

While it’s something I’ll often deny,

This is my family and it’s everything I pride.

You get exactly what you see

And it’s as dysfunctional as any family could be.

 

Seven kids, we’ve never really fit in.

Sometimes people treat us like it’s a sin

“Seven kids!” they say, “Are you insane?”

So there's times that it’s my parents I blame.

 

We fight, we argue, we even hate.

There is an awful lot of talking straight.

That’s why I ask myself if it’s better that they separate –

One parent at a time to tolerate.

 

We cannot do it alone  - we need God’s aide.

The days are often where our smiles fade,

But one thing hasn’t, and won’t ever, change.

We’re family now and family we’ll remain.

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