In the heart of kinship’s woven threads,
A tapestry of love and strife,
Lies the tale of words unsaid,
And battles fought in daily life.

First, the spark ignites the flame,
A clash of views, a clash of wills,
Each voice a note in discord’s game,
Echoes in the silent hills.

The roots that bind, they hold so tight,
Yet strain against the weight of ire,
Forgotten laughter fades from sight,
As tensions rise, consumed in fire.

But from the ashes, hope still springs,
Forgiveness blooms, a gentle rain,
In unity, the heart takes wings,
And peace restores the family chain.