Bonds grow strong 

When strings are made from 

Choice and open doors

The outside voice

Sees through the glass

The sun, shielding their back

With stubborn faith 

They chip away the ice

Aged with halfhearted tries

And illuminates the prison

Of terror and tranquility 

Giving shape to our shadows

Resonate

Make laughter out of pain

With company strange  

But not unknown

To the true core of our smile 

Deep down, beneath family names.

-the adopted friend