Bleeding Edge

A song for Floyd:

“Passing of a Dove”

Air leaving my lungs
I couldn’t refill.
Stolen by the ego
Of dogs playing God.

I always loved justice,
So why was I betrayed?

But if my death brings change,
Who am I to blame?
And if my death brings love,
Who am I to hate?

I called to my mother
And she said my name.
Her hands lifted my head
Telling me I wasn’t to blame.

Mother, I miss you,
Your laughter and smile.
Mother, I miss you,
Your cooking and style.

What would you say
If you were here today?
Mother, I’m glad,
I never saw you sad.

The nation’s crying,
Hand in hand,
Overcoming fears
To state their demand.

Mother, I miss you,
Your laughter and smile.
Mother, I miss you,
Your cooking and style.

Mother, I miss you,
Your counsel and kindness.
Mother, I miss you,
Your forgiveness and love.

Yours,

Dr Churchill

PS:

Written with my friend Alina on June 9th of 2020 while watching George Floyd’s funeral…