When I peer out my window
There’s so much to see.
My eyes and heart, overflowing
At all the things of beauty.

But when I see my wife and kids
My soul begins to sing,
For they are all I've ever wanted,
I am richer than the richest king.

Though I ache to see my son,
To hold and kiss his face,
I know that I will see him again
In that other place.

The time will come, to see my son.
Of that I’m sure.
For I have heard a quiet whisper,
Spoken without a word.

Thank you, little boy,
For teaching me to see.
To look far past my grief and sorrow,
And appreciate life’s great beauty.