Friday, February 7, 2014

making my brother smile

If a tree falls on your house while your sleeping in bed
Does it make a sound
Puncturing power lines and leaving us powerless
I feel powerful inside
Lit by the light of the fire, I feel a burning desire
To live. To learn. To grow.
To experience life, the ups and the downs.
To make my brother smile.

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