My soul cries out
What is left?
Those who love and care for us
would prefer I don't speak it.
Well... you, and B and C.T., of course.
You're still here.
You must go on and live for each other.
Yes, I say - I know and we will.
But we cower in fear,
huddled together for protection.
Who will be next?
What if C.T. doesn't make it through his teen years?
Only 60% of our family still stands.