Sometimes I hear the wind calling different voices.
But some can be outspoken,
talking all over the rest.
Directing my life like a movie.
I hear him in the wind,
I hear him everyday,
Singing his sweet lullaby to finally go to rest.
Our tight bond wrapped tightly as the suspenders on his back.
I saw beneath the wrinkles,
I saw beneath his face,
I saw into the depths of his heart.
He planted his life like a garden,
perfectly in time,
although changing throughout the seasons.
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