Family-

When winds are rough,
And tear at hopes and dreams -
When days are dark, and nights are tough,
And over-long, it seems -
When bitter clouds collect above,
And ache and break and pour -
We'll batten down the hatches,
Just like we did before.

You see, to me - we're made to last;
To wait, contented, warm;
To stand and know the past has passed.
For now, it's just a storm.

If you should fray, or fall apart,
In any where or when -
We’ll always try, with all our heart,
To make you whole again.

But if you do fall behind,
And break and shake to bits -
The day will come where you will find,
The pieces still all fit.

That's quite enough of strain and strife,
And painful days, astray.
This isn't at all funny, life.

Enough for now, okay?