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Lyrics
[Verse]
The old porch swing creaks in the summer breeze,
His voice still echoes through the shady trees.
Grandfather's laugh, rich like aged red wine,
Wishing for one more story, just one more time.
[Verse 2]
He taught me how to fish and drive a truck,
How to pull myself up when I ran out of luck.
But now I'm here, bottling the pain inside,
Hiding these tears I can’t seem to confide.
[Chorus]
Oh, if I could sit beside him once again,
Hear his wise words, soak up every grain.
In the twilight, by the fire's glow so dim,
I'd cherish one more story, moments spent with him.
[Verse 3]
Every night, I dream of days gone by,
His wrinkled hands, his knowing eyes.
Mentor, friend, and so much more,
His memory’s a treasure, my heart’s silent roar.
[Verse 4]
In silence, his absence echoes so loud,
I wear a brave face, though my heart’s in a shroud.
He’d tell me to be strong, not to let it show,
But this ache inside is something only I know.
[Bridge]
The lessons he taught, they guide me still,
But there's an empty space no time can fill.
Walking this path, with a smile so thin,
Longing for one more story, wish I could see him.
Details
GeneratedFeb 18, 2025
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic, country, melodic
Credits
Prompt byLyricPattern306
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Create country song about my grandfather passing and having to bottle it up and wishing that I could spend one more time with him and telling me stories and how he was my mentor. Melancholic
