I've been wounded by America
And by the Catholic Church
But I've also been gifted
Sophia in my search

I was once in Warsaw
Didn't get the job
The Rabbi of Krakow
I throw a little lob

Basketball my yoga
I like Ja Morant
Paint your masterpiece
If they tell you that you can't

Once I was a teacher
Now I'm just a dad
All my wars are merry
All my songs are sad

        Sweet Sir Galahad!