Where I Come From

Just a boy in his teens. Half asleep and chasing dreams. In the distance

still, a shadow light broke through the darkest night. A face familiar

it seemed to be. No rhinestone suit, no cape to see.

He asked me softly my hopes and fears, and what I do

with all these years. He said, "Where I come from,

we are all the same. No one's lost and no one's to

blame. It doesn't matter your color, name or face. Where I come

from, there's only grace." I listened close to every word,