Light blasts through the mental accumulation

As we get in tuned with the new procrastination

The patina grows through the memories of pain

Flowing in our lives like moments spent in the rain

We laughed so loud in voices meant to hide our tears

And believed our living would be worth all the years

Like a slow mental rust life eroded our peaks

Until we were ready to accept a valley of speaks

Spoken to keep our misery in humbled company

We came to choose those we would call our family

Passing on our dreams and holding to our heritage

Regardless of the heights of our exalted parentage

You speak to me in hues of patina glazed on thin

Me, I’m just happy that we have another chance again