Begins like this
Explosion of family feuding
Fueled by alcohol drugs and abuse
Then left are my brother and me
Hoping, trying to make a life
Out of this hysteria of pain
Peering through the blood
And the clouded inability to face
The reality of past hurts
We talk on the phone
Separated by sea but still close
Trying to evaluate the need
To be with them and deciding
‘No way man, that’s done’
We are alone now and together
We are family
They don’t exist to us
But still they linger
Like ghosts that wont rest
A specter on the phone
Accusing and threatening
You’ll be home for Christmas
‘Because I say so’
Pretending to be
A family with each other
And with our children here and coming
This is our family
Nothing else matters
Nothing at all
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