FAMILY TREE.

In the family tree, with branches spread wide,
The Rotten Roots, where limitations hide.
Ancestral whispers, traditions bind,
Yet, in their shadows, our dreams confined.

A legacy woven with threads of yore,
The Rotten Roots, traditions galore.
Yet, as we branch out, yearning to soar,
These roots can shackle, our spirits implore.

In the tapestry of our familial ties,
The Rotten Roots, where constraint lies.
A heritage passed down, a double-edged sword,
Nurturing strength but stifling discord.

From the elders’ tales, a script well-worn,
The Rotten Roots, a script we’ve sworn.
But in the soil of change, can seeds be sown,
To break the cycle, to freedom we’re prone.

Yet, the struggle is real, the pull is strong,
The Rotten Roots, where we all belong.
Breaking free, a tumultuous quest,
To untangle the roots, to be our best.

With each generation, a chance to break,
The Rotten Roots, for progress’ sake.
To redefine the narrative, rewrite the story,
A journey from limitation to boundless glory.

For in the heart of the family tree,
The Rotten Roots may yet set us free.
To honor the past, yet carve our own way,
A flourishing future, where dreams hold sway.