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Lyrics
[Verse]
I hung up my glove when the years rolled by,
Traded fastballs for a lullaby.
But now I sit here on these wooden stands,
Watching her pitch with her steady hands.
[Verse 2]
The dirt on her knees, the sun in her hair,
Her laughter's the echo of memories we share.
She swings that bat like she's chasing the moon,
And I see my past in her every tune.
[Chorus]
On these fields of our own, where the stories grow,
Underneath the lights with a steady glow.
From my leather mitt to her dusty cleats,
Life's a diamond where our hearts meet.
[Verse 3]
She wears my old cap, though it's tattered and worn,
Says it feels like home when the brim is torn.
Her teammates laugh as she tips it just right,
And I cheer her on with all my might.
[Bridge]
There's a beauty in time, like the crack of a bat,
The circle keeps turning, and I’m grateful for that.
From the boy I was to the dad I’ve become,
Watching her play, my heart comes undone.
[Chorus]
On these fields of our own, where the stories grow,
Underneath the lights with a steady glow.
From my leather mitt to her dusty cleats,
Life's a diamond where our hearts meet.
Details
GeneratedJun 22, 2025
Duration3:23
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, melodic, male vocals, acoustic
Credits
Prompt by
ewagner
ewagnerModelAria v4
Prompt
Young dad who played baseball watching his daughters grow up playing softball. Country
