I hear you call me
branches break in the wind
and through the leaves and concrete
you’re gonna grow into something that death can’t steal
a garden that gives
sprouts come up glowing
fruits of jade and golden
silver trees to mark the legacy
of a life that finally learned what this means
the invisible choir sings you a voiceless lesson
so you’ll always remember what grew out of decisions
that death can’t steal - lives that learned to give
when it seemed there was nothing
oh, how much more it meant to those around
we go, there’s a rhythm soft and slow
you’ll always hear the choir
if you listen close