My Father’s Hands (6)

Name: My Father’s Hands (6)
Duration: 260 s
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Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The morning sun is humming on the windowsill,
The city’s roar is distant, and the room is still.
He visited last night, I saw it in his eyes,
That weary kind of shadow that he wears like a disguise.
He says he works in "shipping," or "the building of the towers,"
But I think he builds me safety in these quiet, golden hours.

[Verse 2]
I know he’s tired, I can feel it when we speak,
I see the silver lining on the hollow of his cheek.
He’s a mountain of a man, a giant in the crowd,
But when he’s here with me, he’s never fast or loud.
He’s the anchor in the ocean, he’s the roof above my head,
The one who keeps the monsters from the spaces 'neath my bed.

[Chorus]
[The music swells into a beautiful, soaring melody]
For my father’s hands are rough, like the bark of an old oak tree,
But they’re always so gentle when they’re reaching out for me.
He carries the world on his shoulders, so I can walk on air,
He builds me a garden in a place that’s cold and bare.
I see the bravery in every line upon his face,
My father’s hands... they are my saving grace.

[Bridge]
[The music takes on a slightly more thoughtful, minor key]
Sometimes I see him staring at the window or the door,
Like he’s waiting for a storm to come and wash us from the shore.
I wish I knew the secrets that he’s hiding in his heart,
I wish I had the strength to take the heavy parts apart.

But he just smiles and tells me: "Maria, look at the sky...
The world is yours to gather, and the stars are yours to fly."

[Final Chorus]
[Full orchestral bloom, powerful and emotional]
Yes, my father’s hands are rough, like the bark of an old oak tree,
But they’re always so gentle when they’re reaching out for me!
He’s the bravest soul I know, the hero of my days,
I hope I’ll always find him through the wintery, winding maze.
He’s the sun that never sets, the light that understands...
I’m safe within the circle of my father’s hands.

[Outro]
[The music fades to a delicate flute and a few piano notes]

Rest well tonight, Papa.
The world is kind...
Because you made it so.