I hear you call me, branches break in the wind
and through the leaves and concrete you're gonna grow into something that d**h 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 d**h 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