My wife’s the reason anything gets done
She nudges me towards promise by degrees
She is a perfect symphony of one
Our son is her most beautiful reprise

We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until they’re finished songs and start to play
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised, not one day

This show is proof that history remembers
We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger
We rise and fall in light from dying embers
Remembrances that hope and love last longer

And love is love is love is love is love is love is
Love is love cannot be killed or swept aside
I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story
Now fill the world with music, love, and pride

Thank you so much for this.