Reason to believe, I have always heard ‘you have your Mothers eyes’

Our eyebrows were thick and untouched, many a hairdresser tries

Looking at the old family photo album, seeing my Fathers face

Yes she has the French family nose, Dads to be exact in place

What a surprise when I was born, on my Gran’s birthday night

Every year we celebrate our special day, oh what a delight

My voice is just like my sister Rain, and we both are left handed too

The only male in our bunch of kids, brother has same eye color blue

My last sister who is eight years older, can read my mind without a word

We share the same love for rock and roll, and every note is really heard

So yes we are truly unique, in our own way but the mosaics of family is true