Texty: Constancy. Apathy Tree. Hope.

She still feels his touch in the breeze, not forgetting
Photographs play out memories in her mind, this boy cries out mother with arms wide

And every time a leaf falls from the tree
She thinks to herself ?Is this a message from you to me??

From you to me

?Everything will be just fine? I know he?d say. ?This cancer it took my body but not me
So don?t look back, go on forward, and I?ll see you in the sky,
Then I?ll cry out ?mother? with arms wide open?

From you to me

I?ll see you soon