The Saga of Soul Power
All stories are made in heaven....
Raised beneath green downs, water still runs within the chalk,
A Sunday choir echoes, village voices, a pint and roasted pork.
Seagull wings a beating, a magical symphony still untold,
A story seeded in a father's sorrow, a hopeful one to unfold.
A daughter sang her heart out, her voice both sweet and strong,
Songs of trials and tribulations, her lyrics sorted right from wrong.
Kodi Lee, a blind young prophet, with a piano's guiding hand,
Showed a way to freedom, towards a soulful, promised land.
The father destroyed his anger, by turning it back to love,
The daughter fell into heartache, boyfriends jostled from above.
Travel seemed to beckon, to powerful lands much further north,
The daughter went to Yorkshire, the father drove back and forth.
Then a decision stained a map, and spread its stain to Wales,
Within several months the father moved, it was a tale to end all tales.
Living beneath green hills, water still runs within the slate,
A Sunday choir echoes, village voices, a pint and his first date.
Raven wings a beating, a magical symphony now for all to tell,
This story grew from a father's love, about how he climbed from hell.
His first date became a second, a third, fourth and then a fifth,
A wedding saga that turned pain to love, was no longer just a myth.
