In healing, here it is I learn,
it’s about time we push a little bit more,
for that reality you fight so hard for,
one you watered and nurtured,
the one you grew for us
and never asked for

Like the tropics in full bloom at summer
you are full of stories,
and all the ones you used to tell,
I remember them so well
and have lived in their shade
more than once before,
like they have for you, they heal me
more than the dreams the rest have
and sell

In healing, here it is I learn,
that if I look into your eyes,
as if still a child,
I see that you too, remember them all
so well