you look kinda like jesus in those italian paintings you seem so familiar maybe that s why you re accustomed to sorrow it s part of your make up you speak the language of hunger so do i where was your god where was your mother where is the honor in hurting a child your blood on his hands a voice like thunder you won t give him the pleasure of seeing you cry alabama boy inside a man living your life the best that you can with a childhood full of not enough you could ve chose hate but you chose love when you re in the room it s there on your face so clear to me that you re walking in grace i m always amazed at the things that you do you illuminate me and those around you and i don t even know you but i ve know you forever we were forged by some holy fire far away eyes filled with sadness and joy contradiction benediction alabama boy there s a raft on the river it s sacred water sparkling beneath a southern sky little boy blue part huck finn and tom sawyer floating away with a dream in your eye