11 Jul 2010 @ 5:21 AM 

It’s not the sensation of waves of the sea.
It’s not in one offending, or condescending, ascending, always focused on “me”.
It’s not in short fuses, abuses, or refuses to trust.
It’s not in kind words, always heard, but then lay to rust.
It’s willingness to put first, your sister, your brother.
To lay your life down to raise up the other.

Posted By: James
Last Edit: 13 Jul 2010 @ 01:37 AM

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