Music: vernacular of the soul


Friday, September 28, 2007

letter to my baby

As i sit here
beside the second floor window
it's 3:00 am and you have yet to fall asleep
the moonlight enters
and like stage lights head directly for you
Forward and backward we move
and i can't help but smile at your stubborness
He looks just like his daddy, they say
he acts just like him too i respond
and now while it's just me and you
hearts beating as one, call of love
I give to you all my hopes for the future
devotion, passion, contentment
don't lose your zeal for all things you believe in
but don't let your obstinate nature render you unyielding
We fall hard
that is, when we fall
in all things including love
i hope that you inherit my sense of compassion, empathy
They say walk a mile in another man's shoes
i'm asking you to imagine never owning them
i imagine for the future, a young man
not afraid to stand for his ideals
knowing that his worth is more than what he makes
infinitely greater than what others may say
and although i don't know how much time we have left together
i hope that when this letter finds you in the future
you'll understand

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