The Last Of My Family
I dont have much family left
Most were stolen from me, what a theft
Very few, doesn't take that long
Walk by us and blink, we are all gone
Ibarra a name i call my own
Come on doesn't life give any loan?
Ana, that car loving child of yours Roy
Take good care of him, Ryan too, I promise i'll get them one toy
My brothers are my point in life
The reason i dont pick up that knife
The last of my family are almost done
Im scared, that there be in the end only one
Come on i call the rest of my family
I will giv a hug, happily
So the last of my family come over here
Lets talk, sit down, I got beer?
poem by Freddy Ibarra
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