Every time I see sun beams
fall upon an autumn tree,
I think how lucky I am to be
walking about life so free.
Hand in hand in hand in hand,
Chosen family and closest friend.
I ask the sun,
my lucky star,
that it may never end.
To be free is to struggle,
but to live is to love,
So next time you see a sun beam,
give your chosens a hug.