No one's pov
Alejandro was at the local archives of his family. There about 250 years of records for his family alone. Alejandro then finds his birth certificate , listing his mother as Rosa Martinez and his father as Hector R. Who was that and was he Alejandro's father or a father figure to the teen. Alejandro then looked at his birthday December 23, 1917. It lines up with the time his father walked out on him and his mother. The dream he had the previous night about a man named Hector was on his mind. But he couldn't continue looking right now as he had to run a few errands for his adoptive family. One of them being deliver shoes to customers. He finished his errands around 3 pm. That gave him about 4 hours to look before dinner was ready. Alejandro decided to stop at the plaza to listen to the music. Someday he'll be with his real family again soon. He knew his parents were waiting for him in the land of the dead. Alejandro went to a abandoned home he used as a makeshift music and dance area to keep hidden from his adoptive family. He opened his song book and started to write . As his pen flew over the pages , words of songs came from his voice. "

It's time you learned a lesson

It's time that you understand

Don't ever count on anybody else

In this or any other land

I once hoped for friendship

To find a place among my kind

But those were the childish wishes

Of someone who was blind

Open up your eyes

See the world from where I stand

Me, among the mighty

You, caged at my command

Open up your eyes

Give up your sweet fantasy land

It's time to grow up and get wise

Come now, little one, open up your eyes

We all start out the same

With simple naive trust

Shielded from the many ways

That life's not fair or just

But then there comes a moment

A simple truth that you must face

If you depend on others

You'll never find your place

And as you take that first step

Upon a path that's all your own

You see it all so clearly

The best way to survive is all alone

Open up your eyes

See the world from where I stand

Me, among the mighty

You, caged at my command

Open up your eyes

And behold the faded light

It's time to grow up and get wise

Come now, little one, open up your eyes

Open up your eyes!" He sang , the song symbolizes his wish for freedom and the fact he felt betrayed by his real mother . He had snuck out after feeling hurt by his adoptive mother, her words stung like a thousand scropins wishing that he was dead. Like he didn't feel that way already but now it was worst combining his fear of thunderstorms, his anitxey and panic attacks didn't help. So he decided to sing to settle his nerves and tear soaked eyes that burned . " Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.

Just a toe rag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my fatherÂ's eyes.
My fatherÂ's eyes.
When I look in my fatherÂ's eyes.
My fatherÂ's eyes.

Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, IÂ've realized
ThatÂ's when I need them,
ThatÂ's when I need my fatherÂ's eyes.
My fatherÂ's eyes.
ThatÂ's when I need my fatherÂ's eyes.
My fatherÂ's eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
IÂ'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, IÂ've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my fatherÂ's eyes.
My fatherÂ's eyes.
I looked into my fatherÂ's eyes.
My fatherÂ's eyes.

My fatherÂ's eyes.
My fatherÂ's eyes.
I looked into my fatherÂ's eyes.
My fatherÂ's eyes." He sang as his voice echoed against the walls of the old building , he stayed there until 3 am and returned home heading straight to his room , then pulling out his homemade drums and started to play a song and sing it as well " Theodosia writes me a letter every day
I'm keeping her bed warm while her husband is away
He's on the British side of Georgia
He's tryin' to keep the colonies in line
But he can keep all of Georgia
Theodosia she's mine
Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway
We laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason
I'm by her side when so many have tried
Then I'm willing to wait for it
I'm willing to wait for it
My grandfather was a fire of brimstone preacher
But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya
My mother was a genius my father commanded respect
When they died they left no instructions just a legacy to protect
Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason
I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died
I'm willing to wait for it
I'm willing to wait for it
I am the one thing in life I can control
I am inimitable
I am an original
I'm not falling behind or running late
I'm not standing still
I am lying in wait
Wait
Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb climb
He has something to prove he has nothing to lose lose
Hamilton's pace is relentless he wastes no time time
What is it like in his shoes?
Hamilton doesn't hesitate he exhibits no restraint
He takes and he takes and he takes
And he keeps winning anyway
He changes the game
He plays and he raises the stakes and if there's a reason
He seems to thrive when so few survive and goddamnit
I'm willing to wait for it
I'm willing to wait for it
Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
We rise and we fall
And if there's a reason
I'm still alive when so many have died then I'm willin' to
Wait for it
Wait for it" he sang for the last time that night as he looked at the stars " good night Dad wherever you are " he muttered before trying to go to sleep. As he slept , he heard someone singing to him in his dreams " Remember me though I have to say goodbye
Remember me, don't let it make you cry
For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart
I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart
Remember me though I have to travel far
Remember me each time you hear a sad guitar
Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be
Until you're in my arms again, remember me" a voice sang to him. It felt familiar like fatherly in a way