Blistered Heart
I carry the dead on my shoulders
In my heart they always will stay
So many loved ones are now gone
But I remember them every day
From my brother to my father
They have made me who I am
I can still see all of their faces
I will carry them to the end
Our lives are constantly changing
I try to take each day in stride
My scars and all of my blisters
I wear them all with pride
I carry my mother's strength
It helps keep me from falling apart
I also carry my father's wisdom
And my grandma's blistered heart
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