Grandpa’s Footsteps

I remember when we used to fish down by the creek,

You taught me how to cast a line, and how to live and speak,

Now you're gone, but your lessons linger still,

In every quiet moment, and every rolling hill.

Your old tools sit here collecting dust,

All the things you taught me and i trust,

Now my hands are rough like the ones you've left behind

Each lesson a memory, etched in time.

I'm walking in your footsteps, feeling every mile,

Your wisdom and laughter, the stories and the smiles,

Even though you're in heaven, you're guiding me along,

In this journey of life, through this simple song.

Verse 31.

Sunday mornings, we'd sit on the porch swing,

Talk about the old days and everything in between,

Your rocking chair now gently sways with the breeze,

Carrying your spirit, putting my mind at ease.

I march on with pride just like you showed me how,

With your rugged hands and that furrowed brow,

Though you're not here, I see you in the land,

In the rolling hills and the grains of sand.

I'm walking in your footsteps, feeling every mile,

Your wisdom and laughter, the stories and the smiles,

Even though you're in heaven, you're guiding me along,

In this journey of life, through this simple song.