(Family) Victory

The little green house that lies next to the woods

The little old lady that lives next door

The neighborhood children screaming at the top of their lungs

As one door closes another one opens

But what if that closed door never truly shuts?

What if it creeps back open and allows the unknown to slip through its seems?

They think we can’t hear them, but we always do

They think we’re oblivious, but we all know the truth

The old lady passed away, the kids have grown up,

And the little green house becomes broken to a point that can’t be fixed

What’s next?

Years of repression and innovative isolation

Finding new methods to coincide with the idea that,

everything will be okay

If god loves us all then why did he choose us?

If a ring is everlasting, then why’d they take theirs off?

It’s tough to grasp an answer

It’s not easy to move on

We get knocked down and we’re covered in blood

But as the fight comes to a halt, we aren’t the ones face down on the mat

That is guaranteed