always number 2

From the roots of the struggle, their legacy thrives, Great-grandma's hustle, kept the dream alive, In the kitchen, she’d whip, flavor from the past, Tales of hard times, but they made it last. Great-grandpa’s wisdom, a storyteller’s art, With every word spoken, he would capture the heart, In the shadows of the city, they laid down the bricks, Building up a future, through the trials and tricks. Faded photographs, memories in a frame, Echoes of their laughter, still call out my name, From the block to the top, they paved every lane, Bloodline strong, through the joy and the pain. Now I stand tall, with their spirit in me, Channeling their strength, like a river set free, In the rhythm of life, I can hear their song, Great-grandparents' dreams, that’s where I belong.