A word so strong,
it cut into the very being,
a heart that went into a million pieces,
And a mind that was bleeding.

I am the light of the city,
a city set on a hill that cannot be hidden,
as the light is dim,
who would be able to see it?

Would a light be so dim,
and the one looking for a sign could not receive,
Down and he was distraught,
i wish i was there to shine forth and guide him back.

Why would God choose me,
a person who never looked beyond what's before him,
and brought him to a place of tremendous responsibility,
and trust in him just as he trusted the father

Every beat that was played,
it wasn't just a memorial to the dead,
but a statement to the living,
and a salvation ticket to the lost

Every beat that was played,
Was more than myself and my dignity,
It was a deep call to the poor,
And a weapon against the evil one

Every beat that was played,
let it not be one in vain,
but one of a sacrifice and the best one can give,
that it might do justice to the hurting and grieved

Let this poem be a memorial before you,
a heart that is wholely set onto you.
A poem made from the faith,
to go against the thoughts of fear