You don’t know hate till kin ignite,
A fire that burns the home at night.
Their voices sharpen, daggers fall,
The sweetest bond becomes a wall.

The table cracks, the silence screams,
Love dissolves in shattered dreams.
The blood that bound now turns to chain,
A legacy of ash and pain.

Yet from the wreckage, rise you must,
A soul rebuilt from broken trust.
For though the family flame may scar,
Your spirit blazes brighter, far.