[Intro – soft, warm and nostalgic] Screen door creaks at dawn's first glow Porch swing sways slow and low [Verse 1 – gentle, reflective] He'd sit with his coffee, steam curling high Watching the cornfields breathe under the sky Said the best lessons ain't in books you buy They're in the dust on your boots when the day runs dry [Verse 1 Continued – gentle, reflective] He'd mend the fence when the rain let up Talked 'bout the years when the crops came up short Said pride's a heavy load to tote Sometimes you gotta let the old ways float [Pre-Chorus – tender, hopeful] I'd sit there quiet, hanging on every word His voice like honey, soft but heard Said life's a road with ruts and stones You don't rush the miles, you make 'em your own [Chorus – warm, comforting] Weathered hands and quiet truths Lines on his face mapping out his youth He taught me to love the cracks in the wall To let the small things make my heart feel tall [Verse 2 – gentle, reflective] He'd take me fishing down at the creek Said patience ain't something you can seek You wait for the bite, you don't force the hook Some things in life just need a little look [Verse 2 Continued – gentle, reflective] He'd talk 'bout his mama, how she raised him right Said kindness is a light in the darkest night You don't have to shout to make your mark Just be the calm when the world starts to spark [Pre-Chorus 2 – tender, hopeful] I'd kick my heels in the dirt, listening close His words like a blanket when the wind blew cold Said the sun'll rise even after the storm You don't need to be tough to be warm [Chorus 2 – warm, comforting] Weathered hands and quiet truths Lines on his face mapping out his youth He taught me to love the cracks in the wall To let the small things make my heart feel tall [Bridge – soft, emotional] Now his chair sits empty on the porch But his words still hum like a summer porch I carry his lessons in every step I take When the world gets loud, I just slow my pace [Chorus 3 – warm, comforting] Weathered hands and quiet truths Lines on his face mapping out his youth He taught me to love the cracks in the wall To let the small things make my heart feel tall [Outro – soft, nostalgic] Screen door creaks at dusk's last glow Porch swing sways slow and low