But look at how tiny me n' Matthew both were
 You so strong and full of grace

 What stories these pictures can tell
 Of days when we bathed brightly in the sun
 The medicine of laughter everywhere

 Ivadell I held you in my thoughts that day
 And wish that they were arms when you were frail
 And passing from this place

 What stories your paintings told boys
 Of hills too steep  to climb ascended
 And hearts that were not afraid
 To flap their wings and fly

 But you are safe now and effortlessly breathing
 Where new weather will fall on you
 Your fears break like waves
 Foaming into themselves
 Disappearing into the sea