Flower Boxes

Everywhere I look I see your handiwork Now as a vine ascends the trellis The cedar planks and more The headboard and the floor "Hold on tight," they seem to tell us For the living must go on Even though you're gone Your soul remains in these flower boxes Every bird I hear Is singing loud and clear Just hold on to the gift you gave us The cheerful light you brought The tearful lesson taught From despair our memories can save us Oh, the things you made with pride By hand, with love inside Our hopes and dreams All in these flower boxes For the living must go on Even though you're gone Your soul remains in these flower boxes Everywhere I look I see your handiwork