Real Father's Love - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

[Verse] The dust settles on the workbench where he stood Small shavings of cedar and the scent of aged wood He never had the mouth for the gospel or the law Just a steady hand guiding the teeth of the saw He watched the creek rise from the porch in the rain Counting the seasons and the weight of the grain [Verse] I was reaching for the sky while he dug in the loam Building the walls that would keep us at home No medals on the mantle or plaques on the wall Just the strength of a shadow that refused to fall He wore his miles like a jacket of heavy wool Keeping the engine quiet and the bucket full [Chorus] It is a silent foundation built beneath the floor A hand on the latch of an unlocked door Not a fire that burns out when the wind starts to blow But the deep well of water that the roots always know He did not have to say it for the truth to be real The iron stays honest in the temper of steel [Chorus] It is a silent foundation built beneath the floor A hand on the latch of an unlocked door Not a fire that burns out when the wind starts to blow But the deep well of water that the roots always know He did not have to say it for the truth to be real The iron stays honest in the temper of steel [Bridge] The map in his palms was etched by the years Beyond the valley of vanity and the salt of the tears He walked the line between the hard and the soft Giving us the ladder to the grain in the loft A quiet gravity that holds the world in its place Reflected in the lines across his weathered face [Verse] Now the tools are all resting and the garden is still The sun takes its time going over the hill I find myself walking the path that he cleared Facing the shadows that I once might have feared Because he showed me the way without making a sound Turning the wild into hallowed ground [Chorus] It is a silent foundation built beneath the floor A hand on the latch of an unlocked door Not a fire that burns out when the wind starts to blow But the deep well of water that the roots always know He did not have to say it for the truth to be real The iron stays honest in the temper of steel [Chorus] It is a silent foundation built beneath the floor A hand on the latch of an unlocked door Not a fire that burns out when the wind starts to blow But the deep well of water that the roots always know He did not have to say it for the truth to be real The iron stays honest in the temper of steel

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