You Were
It's never easy to fall asleep when you are being hauled into a strangers home.
But you were there, so kind and gentle.
Taking not only me, but my brother into your home.
You were the one who fed us, even though there was no blood.
The one who taught us wrong from right.
All the things that our "Parents" were suppose to teach us!
To my parents, you're worthless for stilling "their" kids.
But to me you are my hero, for keeping us alive.
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