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
