From the recording SAME BLOCK

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Lyrics

Hook (Melodic Harmony)
I still write letters to the departed
Fold my thoughts into the midnight air
Tell 'em what's changed
Tell 'em who's grown
Tell 'em we're still trying down here
Some names become prayers
Some memories become guidance
And every page I send to heaven
Comes back wrapped in silence
Verse 1
Dear Bro,
The neighborhood still arguing over basketball debates
Mr. Johnson finally fixed the fence
By the vacant place
Your little nephew taller now
Got your stubbornness too
Walk the same way you used to walk
Even got the same point of view
Your mama still cooks too much food on Sundays
Like she expecting extra guests
Nobody says it out loud
But everybody knows who she saving plates for
That's how grief works sometimes
It leaves a chair occupied
Long after the body gone
Love got a longer lifespan than people realize
Hook (Melodic Harmony)
I still write letters to the departed
Fold my thoughts into the midnight air
Tell 'em what's changed
Tell 'em who's grown
Tell 'em we're still trying down here
Some names become prayers
Some memories become guidance
And every page I send to heaven
Comes back wrapped in silence
Verse 2
Dear Grandma,
I finally understand those conversations
You used to have with patience
Back when I thought slowing down was weakness
Now I know wisdom moves differently
Your lessons keep showing up
In ordinary moments
Like finding exact change
In an old coat pocket
Right when you need it
Funny how the people we lose
Keep teaching us
Without saying another word
That's legacy.
That's love.
That's something bigger than absence.
Bridge (Stacked Harmonies)
The mailbox stays empty.
The heart keeps writing.
The answers arrive differently now.
Verse 3
To everybody we miss...
The friends.
The family.
The dreamers.
The fighters.
The ones who left too soon.
Know this...
Your stories still get told.
Your laughter still visits rooms.
Your fingerprints still exist
On lives you're no longer here to touch.
That's immortality in its purest form.
Final Hook
I still write letters to the departed
And somehow they still write back
Not with words
But through courage
Through memories
Through lessons attached
Some names become prayers
Some memories become guidance
And every page I send to heaven
Returns as quiet reliance
Outro
The address changed.
The connection didn't.
So until we meet again...
I'll keep writing.
Love always,
The ones still here.