There have been moments where I want to fly away
to just lift off and leave with jets on my feet
hey, hold tight.
the past
time
fear
The past is over, time is now, don't let fear control you.
I have been thinking about my Uncle Todd a lot lately, if he would be proud of what I'm doing with my life, what climbing trips we would be planning if he were here, what story would he tell to make us all laugh. I found these lyrics and it creativity struck me immediately: Soon there will be images to these soulful words.
"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"
be sweet.
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