Silver Trees - Rocky Votolato

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