I’LL BE THERE
A family, wife, son, and father so close, a music man,
Travels does he throughout the seasons, leaves for Christmas.
Giving up the chance of a lifetime, his choice to be with them,
His trek home on a stormy, snow falling night a much greater sacrifice.
Death would greet him on his journey home, a mother and child now alone,
Just whistle and I’ll be there said a father to his son before that darkened day.
A snowman created from this young boys’ mind, a hat, a scarf, he stands in the yard,
A whistle in the night, a magical wind swirls down from heavens light.
Just whistle and I’ll be there, a fathers return for just a short time,
A Christmas gift, a proper said goodbye, letting go as now it will be alright.