Mountains on mountains it's all uphill from here
I was afraid of heights but you never let anything limit me
Holding hands at the crack of dawn to sight see
Why is it so easy to fall
One slip up and we're gone
I value kinships across regions but I think the tectonic folding image of value is you on my mind
Never envisioned that our fun could be left behind
Drastic climate changes at this altitude leaves me to believe we're unprepared How strong is the feeling on this sensitive terrain
Maybe if I jump rather than fall we will have something to gain

Emotion is linear when I have clarity
I observe the unknown
It isn't civil to express benevolence without remembering your own
Moments construe laments of pridefulness without knowing what to do
I sink deep while unfurling the truth

Your eyes gleamed when you told stories of home
You protected hope
The sacred bond elapses
Being my father was nothing more than to provide the savior faire for me to cope

The impossibility to live up to your standards
To seek demeaning attention
To breathe only when told to
You showed me that standards were of my own
To expose the will I had to be good at something I enjoy

The garden you mailed to me is something I still take care of
You taught me things are meant to fall apart so I can put them together
I hold on to your spirit because my children will know
The garden you made was real enough for me to grow