Persoonlijk Lied Peter

Born and raised on barren land
A boy was dealt a losing hand
But when the hills turned green in spring
He had learned to spread his wings

He climbed the winding road up high
Looked his demons in the eye
Music always led the way
He knew he would be here some day

To you
We raise our glass
To a father
To a friend

To you
We raise our glass
To a lover
Our helping hand

Loved ones went and loved ones came
Life brought joy and life brought pain
Until that day, a slip, a shout
And suddenly the light went out

Family standing by your bed
Life was hanging by a thread
Again music would lead the way
You knew you would be here some day

To you
We raise our glass
To a father
To a friend

To you
We raise our glass
To a lover
A helping hand

To you