A son of my father

My father, his smiles are like music

So I listened to them and house my spirits home

Into a heartbeat that’s unkillable as the waters

Reckoning with my veins so this music stays here

Forever is me and you remembering who we are

Building a mountain of gold out of our dream

Children of a skin as indelible as the running wind

I am still the son of my father, growing, becoming

Cocooning through time as I raise myself to be free

Remember, I am still the true son of my father

A boy pregnant with a dream bigger than his home

A boy who’s got love living on the tips of his lips

Finding his rhythm on the face of this earth

Fluent with the hands and in relationship with the culture

My being, my decision making has no regrets

I am a body of a thousand wind, finding my home

But if my home is you then open your gates for me

My heart is in starvation to host you here

In my heartbeat where everything is free.