house of cards

i am the luckiest child in the world--i have a mother who's devoted in her belief that i am a speacial one, a father who would die rather than let me get hurt, a brother who is more angelic than angels themselves. i come home everyday to this giant place of love and i can not trade that. every flap of the wing will fly me back home for i am loved here. at times i think it is the only chain that drags me down, at times, like today, it is the heaven up above that keeps me flying. i have seen love in its sheer beauty. how sad, and lonely, the world is in which not every child gets to see that. every crookedneess it bears every damage it has caused in my persona--i hereby forgive you. i hereby make peace. thank you.