How hard could

Never again, I’m shouting loud,
This wild war isn’t making me proud.
Yet somewhere deep, it starts to glow,
A softer part I didn’t know.
A crisp green bill, temptation's hue,
One night deal, how hard could it be to do?
She left her trio, chaos on the brink,
Three hurricanes, faster than I can think.
They’d yell and laugh, then tears would spill,
I mopped the mess; my energy nil.
But in the chaos, a moment still,
Their tiny hugs, a warmth to fill.
Through the storm, a fleeting peace,
A memory of her kindness ceased.
Her gentle voice, her soothing hand,
My sister’s love, I understand.
Never again, I’m shouting loud,
This wild war isn’t making me proud.
Yet somewhere deep, it starts to glow,
A softer part I didn’t know.
Morning light broke through the fight,
Their sleepy eyes, a calmer sight.
Passed them back, her smile’s plea,
“Next week’s yours?” ? not for me!
“No way!” I claimed, my hand held high,
“I’m far too busy; I won’t comply.”
But even then, a thought lingered still,
A touch of love, against my will.
Never again, I’m shouting loud,
This wild war isn’t making me proud.
Yet somewhere deep, it starts to glow,
A softer part I didn’t know.
They’re whirlwinds small, they’re chaos grand,
They toppled my world, I barely stand.
But somehow now, I see the grace,
Of laughter loud, and love’s embrace.
They’re whirlwinds small, they’re chaos grand,
They toppled my world, I barely stand.
But somehow now, I see the grace,
Of laughter loud, and love’s embrace.
Never again, I’ll make it plain,
But somehow love is worth the pain.
This uncle life, not what I planned,
Yet here I am, I’ll take the stand.
Never again, I’m shouting loud,
This wild war isn’t making me proud.
Yet somewhere deep, it starts to glow,
A softer part I didn’t know.
Never again