Barefoot she walks amidst the tall grass
Speaking in metaphor- she rhymes as she laughs
Falling down to greet the swell of a rolling hill
Just to watch the clouds parade by, and get lost in this world
Violet angels dance within her eyes
Like the butterflies which refuse time-
Twirling to a melody of the mid-day sun
While trees sway with serenity, gently hum
Dear child of love bestow'd
I shan't ever let go
May your garden reap purest gold
While your wings divinely unfold
This promise I bid to you
Shall always remain but true
Even if the rivers cease and run dry
And your sky no longer drifts blue
She calls upon every bird and blossom by name
Lending her directions to the chorus by day
To discover light anew, upon horizons portrait change
And within the breeze she dances on an earthbound stage
One day she shall awake
To find that her footsteps have been erased
Her hours shall burden long
And the lasting rainbows shall fade
Therefore, I shall leave her this oath
So she shan't lose her way-
To the place where roses chant
-And the stars ignite her faith
Dear child of love bestow'd
I shan't ever let go
May your garden reap purest gold
While your wings divinely unfold
This promise I bid to you
Shall always remain but true
Even if the rivers cease and run dry
And your sky no longer drifts blue
Twenty-five years have gone by
Since I have last seen that hillside
Yet, time cannot deceive
My promise to hold free
On the path I travel'd, I have crawl'd
As many storms have come to call
Countless tears have bath'd my face
And my youth, has been replac'd
Still, the spirit of yesterday remains
A child of when- who shan't be chain'd
Ah! When earth scent'd wind echoes throughout the trees
I lend a sacred ear of cherish'd necessity
This is when I can once again hear her sing to me
A song held dear of childhood memories
I can hear the promise I solemnly had made
A keepsake that was made -to myself, once upon a blessed day
Dear child of love bestow'd
I shan't ever let go
May your garden reap purest gold
While your wings divinely unfold
This promise I bid to you
Shall always remain but true
Even if the rivers cease and run dry
And your sky no longer drifts blue
