From Houston onto Phillie marks a trail
of brothers bound together by the past ‒
those golden echoes ringing down at last,
as axes crack the fear and rend the veil.
That Memphis spirit tells a gospel tale ‒
small-framed but with a mighty vocal blast,
a tenor voice, so clear and unsurpassed,
transforming to a preternatural wail.
So sound the trumpet, bang the drum, proclaim
humanity in each and every guise ‒
our imperfections all mapped out in scars,
our virtue burning like a holy flame.
Eternity may face us down with knives
but words will never cage just who we are.