The thick blood we share is still
Flowing through valleys and hills
From the landscape of the shores
And the irony of sea storms.
Now we reside in our homes
Extended branch a lot to come
A perspective so beautiful
Hiding all we have been through.
It was war when we were kids
We fought over worthless things
The noise we made was a quake
Our neighborhood felt the shake.
Should I say the rivalry
Helped us bond quite easily?
For we stood by each other
Toe to toe against strangers.
Most times we swore not to speak
Then later our wounds we lick
We are now ripen apples;
It was all meant to happen.