Family is where you run to
when wolves start to hunt you
Its your lasting shelter
when Life gets colder
Family hold you tight
when your tunnel has no light
They cure your wounded Wing
when things start to Sting
That's what i've been always told
but i started to believe this image is Old
Cause sometimes they are the Pain
and with them Anger is what you gain
when you search for their warm arms
They throw you back to the Storms
They drive you to confusions
Till you get that Conclusion
'How can I call you Family?
How can I say you are part of me? '
'If all you do is Judging me
and control my own Destiny'
Im Sorry
Near you i never want to stay
Im Sorry
I can't Keep acting in That Play
Im Sorry
You are my Reason to Runaway
Sarah Ibrahim ©