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

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Writer(s): Rocky Votolato