Maybe someone thought this before you were born...

Lyrics
Chorus
What will I tell you
when you arrive?
So many days I've thought of you
Some of them I've cried


What will your smile be like?
Probably like my mother's
What will your eyes be like?
Probably like no other's

CHORUS

as I imagine your smile
I imagine your tears
I imagine mine
how they died with my fear (2x)

You'll be more than me
I know
Into a family tree
we will grow
with autumn leaves of joy
falling down
giving back to the world 
around

I know what I'll tell you
when you arrive?
So many days I've thought of you
Some of them I've cried
I'll just say, “Thank you.  Ohh, thank you.”

Love Thing, Part 2 DRAFT

Along with many folks, I mourn the recent losses of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile. The horror, the sadness, the lingering questions... I also mourn those whose stories have yet to surface globally, whose tragic stories were not captured on video, and those whose losses still reverberate from the recent and distant past. 

Because of these troubling situations, I wrote a song a little while back.  The song is a reflection on the family of Michael Brown in Ferguson, MO, as well as the many other families -- in this generation and past ones -- who've had children die at the hands of law enforcement.  

This song also asks people to "open our eyes" to see what each of us already can do with what we already have to be part of the solutions. (I made ‘solutions’ plural because just as I think the problems are several, I think the solutions are too.)

Lyrics
How would you feel 
if they killed a man
you held in your heart 
'cause he held in his hands
part of your dreams 
while someone said to you, 
"This is justified"?

Maybe your confusion 
ferments into anger
'cause you don't believe, no no,
this is justified.

How many children have to die?
How many children have to die
to open our eyes?

How many families
out in the country,
down in the cities,
up on the reservations
have to hear these words: 
"This is justified"?

How many children have to die? 
How many children have to die
to open our eyes?

Not Only Ferguson

A piece of companion art for Sidewalk Ritual, a novel by Scott James about a young man's search for self.

When You [Side]Walked Into the Room

Performed by EIF (guitar/vox), Jason Crane (cajon/soprano sax), Andrew Jackson (congas), Simón Gomez(bass)

Eric Ian Farmer

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