Silver Trees
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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