The sunrises .Smiles is what we inhale .Laughter is what we exhale .In the park we go jingling.It rains bling .Certain faces shall forever ring a bell.Before we feast as we put our hands together and said grace .Our confidential spaces where we ought to never kiss and tell .As * what happens in Vegas stays in vegas*A ton of chaos erupted amongst us fighting like Yet like drunkards we fell and rose together.Never knew what a family bond was until now So if this is not perfection then I don't know what is