The Family Tree
In the meadow, do you remember it?
Underneath its green leaves, the good times shared.
All the storms of anger, no one admits,
Destroyed its loveliness and all who cared.
I mustn't be the only one who woes.
The stubborn bitterness has grown too strong.
If not ceased, shall keep us as warring foes
With no one willing to say "I was wrong".
But as long as it stands so shall my hope.
Forgiveness will come and shall see the light.
We will tie together the severed rope.
Smiles will shine everlastingly bright.
One day soon, our bond as sweet as before,
United as one love forever more.
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