Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Be free, in short, it is not to do nothing,
leaf wind and wing,
obtain the result of morning,
often they interrupted by others who are doing.

Death is a dreamless sleep, and perhaps without arousing,
i am reactive time, I went with him rotting,
seize the time, ah let me not take anything,
take your cross singing and not sighing.

Happiness is not to realize that one is living,
i am now beings we grieve and atone miracles nothing,
can only be happy always be happy to know everything,
kept in suspense Eve nothing.

Eaten in peace and sibling,
rather than to the sane living,
talk much to say nothing,
handwashing.

A dead crowned his only nothing,
never try to teach a pig to sing,
walking have more style, the Pink Panther smoking,
a day in which he was sleeping.

Tears saying,
evenings when the sea almost touching,
ravaging nature without naming.

The family bond is closer than anything else.