[MUSIC] I was visiting the woman's Cook County jail. It was a Friday and everyone's always in a better mood. A woman fans herself with the copy of her sonogram [BLANK_AUDIO] Stenciled on the wall. It reads, it's never too late to be what you might have been. This moment to share. Rock bottom soul. A sister hesitates to the front of the room, singing, his eye is on the sparrow. They call her black, but her name is Bermy. A voice that never leaves you. Ancient as a newborn kicking sound in the air. All the cells shake loose. Her song rinsed and cleansed and somehow we left a bit more defiant, ready for whatever was a head. Though our wounds were hidden Our healing was there, bright and brilliant, for all of us to love in. [BLANK_AUDIO]. [MUSIC].