When Our Bodies Fail Us
From Frailties Unknown,
We May Often Forget,
How Much We May Have Grown

We Are All Joined In A Cycle Of Life,
Which Is Usually Described
Showing Emotion And Strife
When You Awake One Morning
And The With Windows Wide,
You May Feel Me Again,
Flowing Deep Inside.
I Gave My Last Breath,
To Feed The Trees.
Now The Wind Has Carried
The Fruit Of My Last Labor
To Feed Your Living Need
You See We All Live On,
Donating A Small Amount
To The Cycle Of Life
Which In The End
Will Leave No Doubt
So, When You Breath That Spring Air,
Deep Into Your Soul
Remember Where The Last Breath Came
And I Will Have Your Heart To Hold