Namesake

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