I have not seen Hamilton and would not recognize a single song. But I recognize that love will win. Lin-Manuel Miranda thinks so, too. This is kind of all I can think about right now:
My wife’s the reason anything gets done,
She nudges me towards promise by degrees.
She is a perfect symphony of one,
Our son is her most beautiful reprise.
We chase the melodies that seem to find us,
Until they’re finished songs and start to play.
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised. Not one day.
The show is proof that history remembers
We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger.
We rise and fall. And light from dying embers,
Remembrances that hope and love last longer.
And love [is love is love is love is love is love is love is love] cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story,
Now fill the world with music, love, and pride.