Joy, where have you gone
Promise me that you won't take too long
Change, a sudden turn
I'm reminded there is much to learn
Words are left behind
Words that you have left for me to find
And sons are never old,
Old enough to ever see you go
I hear the drying leaves
Tumbling down the sun coated hill
They crumble in my hands
And they leave another void to fill
And I know how hard you tried
I just wanted you to love the ride
And daughters are never old
Old enough to ever see you go
Seeds have taken hold
They reach towards the light where you are now
And scars, oh how they hurt
Every time I weakly raise the dirt
Every time I weakly raise the dirt
