NOT The Family Guy

Staring into nothing, gazing at the sky
Nothing sounds better, than the night's silent lullaby
Her hair wet by her own tears, the sister cried
In her brother today- Her hero died

She sits gloomily alone distressed by her sorrow
Misses her yesterdays- worries her tomorrow
Seeing her dream shatter, the old mother wailed
In her son today- Her Hero failed.

It took two decades to make him today
It took her only two years to take him away
The door slammed on his face, the helpless father sighed
In his decendant today- His Hero demised.

And he starts a new life with her, erasing every memory
of the family he once lived with- dead for him too- those three
But was it worth a trade-off? Was it worth the pain?
What you have lost today - was it REALLY worth the gain?

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Your prodigal son has left again to exorcise some demons.- John W. Hinckley, Jr.