01 Jul 1997

It’s May, dogwood’s blooming
Spring fever, first mowing
Life is blooming, life is trying
Nobody thinks about dying

Never laughed, he never cried never born, he never died
Never skinned his knees played tag with the breeze
But after all he's still my brother

Dust to dust I hear it now
The same words have changed somehow
I’ve learned it then, I’ve learned again
Grace is delivered by pain


One day we’ll run out of time
And they will not bury all we’ve left behind
We must carry what we hold on to
Release what you love, let it come back to you