It’s a song that doesn’t descend from the heavens or ascend from the depths of the sea. Rather, it’s found somewhere close to the heart and mouth, always ready to be given a breath and a tuned tongue.
It’s the type of song that tells a testimony; a testimony used to commend or condemn depending on the performance of the singer. And like all songs, memory is found innate within the combined words and melody, like the whimsical tunes sung by singsong children.
And like all songs, it comes and stays alive only while it’s being taught and passed down to those who don’t understand the lyrics yet.
So it is given, and taught, and caught by the ears that are willing to hear and the hearts that are willing to sing.