My hero

I remember summers on our old porch swing,

You’d hum a tune, taught me everything.

The smell of grass, fresh cut and bright,

You’d laugh and say, “Honey, hold on tight.

Fishing by the lake with a peanut butter jar,

Your hands so steady, but now they’re scarred.

I held my breath when we caught that big one,

You said, “Life's a river, just let it run.”

So here’s my heart in this melody,

I’m trying to be strong when you’re losing me.

With every note, I’ll hold you near,

This last song for my old man, I’ll sing through the tears

Driving your truck down those winding roads,

You’d turn up the radio, let the music flow.

The taste of your coffee, warm and strong,

I’d close my eyes, felt like I belonged.

Now the nights are long, and the stars seem dim,

You’re fighting hard, but I know you’re tired,

I sit by your side, with my guitar close,

Strumming our memories, that’s what I’ll hold most.

So here’s my heart in this melody,

I’m trying to be strong when you’re losing me.

With every note, I’ll hold you near,

This last song for my old man, I’ll sing through the tears.

And when the sun sets, casting shadows long,

I’ll remember your laughter, it still feels so strong.

I’ll carry your lessons, I’ll carry your name,

In every strum, I’ll find you the same.

So I’ll sing it loud, let the whole world know,

This love’s forever, it’ll never let go.

Though the road gets rough, and the night feels long,

I’ll always be here, singing you this song