The new steps take hold of me.
I stand here in front of you,
you listen from behind your door.
Crying on this side of mercy
do you promise you’ll pray with me?
I promise I’ve been praying since the start,
since we were set free from brutal hands.
The harsh air consumed my voice,
it never meant I wasn’t there with you
I was there right alongside you my brother.
The waves reached us both
consumed and touched the both of us.
Don’t think for a moment
I’m not your keeper, my brother.
Slam the door if you need or must
silence yourself away from us.
I know what it means to try against odds
have mercy on me, my brother.
I’m right here standing behind the door
that was obviously shut on both of us.
When we were young in our room
hiding underneath blankets, the waves
crashed around heavily and we were innocent,
children back then, who started this
cycle that rained down and slammed
down on both of us. We should have
been promised unconditional love
no matter what life handed out.
We’re men now, my brother
loving our children unconditionally
there aren’t doors to hide behind.
We love them openly, we prop them up
cherish all their moments together.
Remember, that without our childhood
we might not of known what a door sounds like
when it’s slammed down and the waves
come raining down on our backs.
We pray for mercy in our hearts,
pray brother, step with me through the door
that can’t hurt us now.
Share love, give and it will return
in equal measure. Share love, my brother.
