This is a love song

A prayer for patience

Sent from a place between exhaustion and elation

You are a vice grip

A battering ram

You are the Lion, I am the lamb

An avalanche, and you were the first stone

Stitches neat and tight, but I came unsewn

Home to mother, son & daughter

Is breath returning to the lung after being underwater

There will be days as dark as the space between the stars, but therе is light for us to navigate the map made of our scars

Lost, lovе is a compass. It will encompass, absolute

Far from home, love knows no border. It is the seed, it is the root

Can we look back a generation and retrace our steps? Some paths diverge, some intercept

Your namesake crossed a sea to set himself free

Empire City bound, in the Bronx he ran aground

He built things with his hands in a shop downtown

His body was an anchor,gold turned into lead

But his heart and his mind were always soaring overhead

Books and records were his wings

They’re my wings too

And this is what we’re passing on to you