I have seven real sisters
Six real brothers
And about a half a dozen others
Who aren’t so real.
I‘ll run, walk or crawl
To the end of the world for them,
I‘ll take a speeding freight train head on
And spend sleepless nights
At the slightest threat to their lives,
I‘ll give away all my money
Or beg if I ain’t got any
Just to have them by my side.
I know I’m not alone
There are others too
Who’ll do the same
Or even much more
For their families too.
But I wouldn’t refuse to acknowledge though
There are some who can
Sell off their families and clans
Or dispatch them to the next world
If they are a threat in any way
To their selfish plans or filthy gain.
But is this proof enough
That I'm incapable of loving another
Beside thee my lovely one?
Call it flawed thinking
I don't care much
Because I never laid claim
To being much of one.
Is that proof enough?
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