*literally to no one*
An heir to my dreams
A father to nothing
With pieces that were broken
Words written and spoken
Left to become dust
I’ve picked up and remolded
With clay from the land
In each half paralyzed hand
I feel what was forgotten
I see what could be
It’s never you it’s me
It is we
Let us see what is true
Let us breathe
The color blue
Love is true
From me to you










