The boy who shook the tree
And brought all the flowers to my feet
The boy who rocked the cradle
And lulled me through my dreams
The boy who ran miles
And crossed the bridges I built in pain
He lays by me now, next to me; in a solemn place
Where nothing hurts and nothing fades

The winter, too long; sending shivers down my spine
It has passed. When he wrapped those arms around
Spring was here and summer followed soon
To wash down the gloom
In the sun, sweat and tears; to happiness
Here’s my ode to you. When you pass by the lake of years gone by, stop.
Turn back and tell a tale; of how a boy freed a soul caged.