Paint it fades
Shelf’s collapsing off the walls
A painted face
Skin is peeling it comes off

Shed the light
Leave the pain
A feathers sorrow in the rain
A wilted flower yet seeds remain
To grow and rise again and again

A grievance
A responsibility
Change has come so blessed be
To those alive to carry a legacy

Share the freedom
Compassionate wisdom
Braid the heritage into blood
Threaded carefully from what was

Glory has passed a torch and flame
That eternally burns but never the same
I ask you truly what is in a name
After all is said and done
What path, what way, what home did you make?

My grandfather made a path into all of your hearts, and that is where he is. This is his home.

R.I.P. Grandpa Ken