The family that breathes cold.

You know there's a real funny thing called family.
Those who have one should be wary.
For my family.
There is only one thing that that can make them happy.
And that is money.
Such a vital thing to be happy?
Okay let me explain.
A family should be connected right?
To be there when someone dies right?
To be connected while in denial... Right?
To forgive minor mistakes right?
Or am I wrong?
You see a family should be there through thick and thin.
But why is mine in the wind?
For I do not know of the family that once stood strong.
For they have gone and dispersed through a throng.
What is lost cannot be found.
But I am proud.
For I have found my new shroud.
A place to hide a place to sleep.
And within the shroud I will wait.
For my greatest and wildest escape.