He held me in his arms and whispered his dreams in my ear.
Painting a blueprint for a kingdom where compassion reigned and justice ruled.
Villages headed by healing men and nuturing women.
Melodies that inspired and instructed on every radio.
Children filled with hope and pride.
Families designed to encourage and to uplift each other.
Art that led humanity towards the divine.
So with love we became one and his dream became mine. We built it with blood, sweat and tears.