I met you in a broken photo,
With tears of grief for long departed,
Learning to dance for love of you.
You came in like a joyous wonder,
Smiling at your faithful mother,
Never waiting for the stage to be set.
You have a way about you always,
Shown in every little smile,
That can melt the pain of any heart of stone.
You have a voice of tender power,
Sounding a heart that can’t be stronger,
You’ll be a man who can’t be moved.
You’re as relentless as the sunrise,
Bearing all its depth and wonder,
Rising to be stubborn at its best.
You’re becoming a man of simple pleasures,
I’m impatiently longing
For the day I can see all you can be.
You’re a dreamers’ glorious morning,
Whispered in pail veiled starlight,
Begetting all the hope of the morn’.