Weather The Storm

Weather The Storm ​No digital ghost. No algorithm’s gate. Met in the shop. We didn’t leave it to fate. Lived next to the parlor with a friend from the past, A subculture bond that was built to last. I moved in with the artist. The shop was the link. The variables locked. We didn’t even blink. I reached the point where I was ready to stay, She felt the same. We didn't look away. ​From the artist’s floor to a home of our own, The seed of the saga was silently sown. The cycle of running was ready to stop, It started with ink in the back of the shop. ​I am the logic. She is the flame. Two different spirits. a single name. Two years of living. The vows in the rain. Building the temple. Growth through the pain. The storm is the teacher. The anchor is set. The legacy rises. The finest one yet. ​Two years passed—the first son was born. A year for the house. The old life was torn. A year for the second. Five for the third. Seven years standing. My word is my word. She came from the change. She learned how to run. I came from the dirt. I don't quit 'til it's done. She is the mercy. I am the calculation. Three kids in the hall. A solid foundation. ​THE BATTLE IS one THE triumph IS DONE! THE BATTLE IS one THE triumph IS DONE! ​Agree to disagree. The trenches of the soul. Two broken halves. One formidable whole. ​We don’t quit. We weather the storm.