Her last birthday at home she was just 5, I didn\'t know how we would ever survive
The last birthday of his was at 8, I didn\'t know how to help him be a man from so far away
Yet each year that passed was woven into our hearts, tracked in skateboard, trains or cars.
Never to miss anytime if less than half, love builds a bridge for all spirits to part
The sand in the hourglass can cover our trail, at moments feel like there\'s no way to prevail
Hope can be lost as it can be found, the journey is short but takes its toll.
The gift of a smile will always soothe the soul, if you give what was needed then it won\'t feel so long.
Before you know it you\'ll write poetry in memory of all that made you strong, to dance the rest of the days to any emotional song.
Life is for living and it\'s hard to believe, we\'re all right where we belong until we need more room to breathe.