She still feels his touch in the breeze, not forgetting Photographs play out memories in her mind, this boy cries out mother with arms wide And every time a leaf falls from the tree She thinks to herself "Is this a message from you to me?" From you to me "Everything will be just fine" I know he'd say. "This cancer it took my body but not me So don't look back, go on forward, and I'll see you in the sky, Then I'll cry out 'mother' with arms wide open From you to me I'll see you soon