Homemade

 

 
7 days
What is it that I celebrate
What have I achieved in my existence
When my birth is your labor

I am the seed of your life
But I make such a mess of my own
I've been learning to walk since I was born
Your shoes are too great for me to fill

Searching for home again
My residence is in your heart
Miles away and locked outside of you
Ventriloquist wisdom whispers
Your voice is one with God's, to me

When the word and the heart are one
Even your smile preaches joy
Amidst the weight of uncertainty's despair
Do I do justice your legacy?
They say you’re lucky to have your sons
But at the end of the day I know we're the lucky ones

But love is not a gamble when this is destiny
Raised by your virtues, you are the best of me
Divine orchestra rations, knit within the womb
Day by day reborn by daily mercy, I was yours before I was the groom

And amidst all of those that will be there
Without you it's just an empty room
Patterned after your song
I sing my harmony but your voice is the loom

Melody sings sweet, set the cadence and the tone
I write my words, you are my accompaniment
Reminding me, I am not alone

Beautiful pianist
Every note a key
Unlocking the heart of God

You are the song of heaven
Love sings over me
To bring out the man behind this vain facade

When I don’t know who I am
Your eyes are my reflection
Full of promise
You are acceptance when I am self-rejection

Snapshot eyes
Photographic memory albums fade
Remembering us, when I'm a recipe for disaster
You are the secret ingredient and I am homemade

Salvage what is left
When all I feel like is a wasted breath
You bring me to life even in the face of death...