Perhaps I'll be unremembered
Or remembered and criticized

I tried to resist the racehate
I tried to resist the lies

I am not myself a saint
Though I'm drawn to them at times

And the musicians and the thinkers
Bob Dylan with mind rhymes

I'm a father from afar
A brother and a son

I still seek Ms. Meek, Sophia
Surely She's the One!

And I pray: Thy will be done.