Runt Litter

You were the runt of the litter Both sweet and bitter With pretty blonde hair Without a care Yet painfully aware That being born in the middle Was to play second fiddle Neither the older or the young You have overcome The 24 year's of crocodile tear's And countless scar's With angelic grace and stoic face When all the star's and time align And all the smile's and laugh's you've left Are counted up Every love you never felt Will forever be yours to keep When your asleep in cotton blankets Finally I love you thankfully It's not your fault that growing up You failed to matter You brought the noise kid Unfortunately we were love deaf