THICK

THICK

So how thick is thicker,

When one talks of blood?

When it isn't red,

But the murky shade of mud.

Clouded by envy,

Darkened with greed,

A sad and awful waste

Of a "once-was" indeed.

The storms spin in fury

Quietly yet strong.

The dawn must be somewhere

Heaven only knows how long.

But life is too short

For me and mine to wait

For the crowd to shake off

All the shadows of hate.

i will let my songs

Play on through the night,

I care not for you,

But i care for what's right.

Good fortune smiles

To those who smile on.

I and mine will go on smiling

Whether you're here

               or whether you're gone.

So how thick is thicker

Than blood do you ask?

I will shed this skin

And remove this mask.

See me stand tall

Hear my breaking voice:

Thicker than blood,

Is love. Is choice.

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