The Runt

I'm just the runt of my family
That currently sits on its end
And I squirm and I squeal like I'm calling for justice
My vocal cords bloody and thin

Without my family
I would drown in pretend

My mother's a pinnacle woman
Be grateful just that she exists
She navigated three rambunctious boys
And taught em to speak more than fists

Without my mother
I'm a dead man

My father is truly a mountain
Stands just over five foot five
And each word that he speaks is a big warm hug
I've seen him talk strangers to life

Without my father
I'd be nothing but cold
Nothing but cold

My brother continues to shepherd
I walk in the footsteps he leaves
When I couldn't see the light in myself
He finally got me to believe

Without my brother
I can't even think

And my aunts and uncles they keep me afloat
My grandmother's heart is the fuel for my soul
If I got what i wanted, I'd be on the road
But at every rest stop I'm thinking of home

I'm just the runt of my family
That currently sits on its end