SURVIVOR

Late night arguments, early morning fights

Opened the door and was petrified by the sight

Take my little brother and fly away like a kite

But instead you ran, what happened to all of your might?

 

You left that day and you had nothing to say

Left alone in a home that was cold and gray

I was young but not dumb, I knew you would stray

Turned my heart into a stone, hard as clay

 

She was strong, even though people wanted to see her break

Condolences and concerns, every last one of them were fake

Yet she stands tall with the pride that no man can take

Come on, at least she deserves a birthday cake

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