Where I’m from

I am from wildflowers 

From storms and sunny days 

I am from the painful sounds of broken glass

Smiles, tears, Innocents ripped away from my soul

I am from roses

Tough as thorns but fragile as a pedal

I am from night fires and stepping to the beat 

From ma and Luke 

I’m from the struggles of brokenness and bonding of lost ones 

From praying through struggles and having a clear mind 

I’m from the shadows of death with him by my side 

I’m from guitar playing with grandma red 

And a glass of milk with a wine cup 

From the movie nights with the bros 

The tuff love from an older brother 

On moms bed in the middle of the din