Twenty Twenty Three

In quiet and with dignity, love made it's way to me in pain, unnecessary pain

I'm 2023, before me, on one knee, worse for wear, dejectedly, Why', love said, why turn from me?'.

Love met me broken, torn. Love felt compelled to warn, Through me alone, you're born.', love told me, broken, torn.

I gotta hand it to this thing, this love that calls on me to sing when, lately, all I've known is whispering.

I gotta hand it to this thing.

I stand before you, all ahead. I come as witness, love's not dead. By your own love you will be led to put a nation's fears to bed.

No virus, liar, gun or cage will 2023 give wage. I set aside my hurt, my rage, to harness hope and turn the page.

I stand before you, all ahead.

I come as witness, love's not dead.

By your own love, you will be led to put a nation's fears to bed.

In quiet and with dignity, love made it's journey home to me. Love told me, 2023, I'm your responsibility.'.