From My Mother's Grave, I Rise

Came back to your resting place, the autumn light upon my face.

Your voice still whispers through the trees, "Be who you are and let

it be" I'm not the man I used to play. Learned to live

my truth each day. And in the wind, I hear your

song. It's been you who kept me strong. Oh,

mama, I carry you inside. In my heart, where love won't

hide. You taught me how to stand, not just survive. From your peace,

I learned to see that to love the world, I must love