Testament from Tributes by Johnny High Ground

What can I say that hasn’t been said?
Take a look around
and see where your footsteps have led:
this room is a testament to you,
though these words are the best that I can do—
not to try to repay the gifts of your heart,
’cause we all know there’s no way;
I wouldn’t know where to start
except to say “thank you.”

Looking back now, I wish that I could
take those shouts back somehow,
and let you know that I understood
that this room is a testament to you,
though these words are the best that I can do.
The epic wars, the angry roars—
but I’m not angry anymore, so
thank you

for every time a job’s done right—
for every time I bite down on my pride—
for heavy plates and brimming cups—
for every word you made me look up—
for forcing us to make our stands,
but always standing close
with those helping hands—
for strength of will and clear eyes—
for every time my mother smiles—
for our very lives—

thank you.

• Rock
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• family
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• Cleveland