[The problem with memory
It too often lies
The thing we get right
Often flies]

Our promise to keep, we make by the old creek
As the waters dance on toward tomorrow

We kiss on the bank, our whole future a blank
But your eyes glisten hope I can borrow

Your smile drew a spark, back in Pennypack Park
The memories we take still give through the dark

We stretch in the shade, while you cradle our babe
As the breeze bows the grass in the meadow

She grows through the years, through the laughter and tears
Roots and wings, guts and grit—she won’t stumble

The lessons still arc back to Pennypack Park
The memories you take still give through the dark
Still give through the dark

[The problem with memory 
It too often lies
The thing we get right
Often flies
But faith will make real, what facts can’t reveal
Gentle thoughts always lead back to Pennypack Park]

I stand in the field and your spirit I feel
Gives me strength that I’ll need for my journey
You said “be here now” and you showed me just how
But it’s hard to go on, I’m still learning
You taught from the start back in Pennypack Park
The lessons you gave still light up the dark
Oh, the lessons you gave will always light up the dark

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