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
