You stop living when you stop fighting.
You stop fighting when you stop living.
If you fight, you'll win.
If you don't, you'll loose.
My brother told me that
As a man huddled him into a corner
And grabbed at his neck.
Small and frail was I.
Small and strong was he.
The mad did not fight.
He lost at his own game.
We did fight.
We won his own game.
I have grown to love his morals
And now more then ever,
I have grown to love him as well
He is family
I am family.
Friends are family.
Together
We all
Are family.
