A Complication Upon Celebration

Letters To Loretta

My mother always said that I was born inside her heart

And there’s nothing in this world that could take us apart

My father tried to teach me how to be a man

He taught me how to sail a boat and to find dry land

My sister gave me joy cause it spilled out from her smile

And it comforted me with such a warmth as I was a child              

And there was happiness beyond the sorrow and the pain

But how they ever found it I could just not explain

I guess time has a way of making everything alright

There’s just not enough of it

So we’ll drink and we’ll sing and we’ll celebrate this lie

And hope that it will last

Mornings gone, the day has already past

My grandfather was all wise and he couldn’t love me more

Than when he wrote back the letters I left on his floor

My grandmother was all sweetness and it sparkled in her eyes

And it bathed her precious children as they came inside

And they held onto each other with all the strength they had

They loved with devotion beyond which I could understand

I guess fear has a way of making sleep unbearable

When the days seem hard and long

But we’ll cry and we’ll dance and stumble into love

In awkward perfect grace

The moon is gone and the sun has took its place

Yeah the moon is gone and the sun has took its place

I guess love has a way of making life more beautiful

Just hope that it won’t break

Like a heart, easily, like me…