A song i wrote for a father and a friend, that lost his on, Jean-Piere, whom was born in September.
From all of us at Hope and Harmony, Johann, good luck and sorry for your loss my friend.
The wind carries whispers, takes it to the moon. In the weaving grass I hear your name Jean-Piere my boy life is not the same.
The eagle cry's fills the sky A call that says goodbye. In that song I feel you near A part of you forever here.
When the wind grows still I know That’s when my tears begin to flow. In the quiet of spring’s evening fall I hear you son through it all.
In the grass in the sky in September’s call We’ll meet again where memories stand tall.
Jean-Piere, my boy, life is not the same
no
And the eagle cry's fills the sky, the same
When time blossoms slowly rise Like the love we shared it never dies. Seasons shift yet you remain In every dawn in every rain.
Your laughter rides the morning breeze Your voice among the budding trees. Though you’re gone I feel you near, a part of you forever here.
When the wind grows still I know That’s when my tears begin to flow. In the quiet of spring’s evening fall I hear you son through it all.
In the wake, where eagles soar Where the sun sets but no more. In the silence of the night’s embrace I’ll find you son in every place.
Now pick where eagles soar
We're the sun set's but no more
In the quiet of spring’s evening fall I hear you son through it all.
I'll wait, where eagles soar Where the sun sets but no more. In the silence of the night’s embrace I’ll find you son through every place.
In the wake, where eagles soar
We are the sun sets after all
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