At this time,
Family becomes foes
And nothing good goes.
Ties refuse to rhyme.
I cry, they cry.
Hope is away plenty of miles.
So our tears flood.
Tears soon turn to blood.
Blood begins to breed.
As we pass over, we quiver.
Tears dripping into the blood river.
Ignorantly, we do nothing.
Foes fold hands, watching
And our blood keep flooding.
Turn back the hand of time
And see if ties could rhyme
Or watch this flood flood.