The Harder They Come (Instrumental)

In the tranquil aura of Sid’s grace, A soul serene, with kindness as his trace. Avoiding storms, conflicts left unsaid, For he knew well, anger brings wounds widespread. In silence he dwells, observing with care, Each nuance, each whisper, every glare. For peace he cherished, a gem untold, In the depths of his being, its worth behold. Yet, do not misconstrue his gentle veneer, Beneath lies a force, resolute and clear. Behind the calm façade, a power lies, Ready to emerge, a grand surprise. Byron, with fervor, unveils his quest, To honor Sid’s legacy, he’ll do his best. In the realm of reggae, they shall soar, Together, they’ll journey, forevermore. With purpose profound, their paths align, As Byron’s devotion ignites a sign. In Sid’s creation, Byron finds his flame, And thus, they etch their immortal claim.