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