I haven’t forgotten the holy of my youth 
And time can be a brute 
As it crushes you in the centre of the wheel
And life doesn’t care how you feel 
It will keep punching above its weight
Until you forgo the hate 
And my grandmother told me a little tale
About two baby birds in a nest who without fail 
Would always find a way to make space for each other 
Meanwhile I hate my brother 
For what he did to me 
But forgiveness lets all that go free 
No coming for Amy or railing against the world 
Just trusting what it means to be Catholic Irish 
Some part of me flourish 
Under that sun
And I know the one 
Thing about humans is that they’re flawed
And when all the ice has thawed 
The sins will be revealed
Childhoods that people steal 
And yet the good only ever shone on me 
From an altar that set me free 
To trust in something and believe 
In what Fr. P would have up his sleeve 
As he tended to his flock 
And reminded me what I’m not 
When I thought I was 
Just a little child, small because 
I’m too young to have an opinion 
But you don’t treat me like a minion 
But an equal foot I stand 
And I will forever hold that man 
In the highest esteem 
For all he did to pierce the dream 
And let the white light shine through 
I thank him in all of you