The Old Craftsman
Looking back on yesterdays
Down the roads where I lost my ways
Now they're just echoes in my soul
Faint memories, a start that's cold
Time, he's a patient old craftsman
Painting life with a weathered hand
Working slow, with purpose and rhyme
Showing us, bit by bit, who we are in time
With every sunrise, a fresh start
Life's anvil shapes me, part by part
I ain't yet the final man I'm meant to be
Still a work in progress, that's plain to see
Till the day I'm complete and whole
And the good earth comes to take its toll
Seasons pass, thoughts take flight
Like leaves on the wind, to unknown sites
But the heart learns, and time will heal
Past mistakes, with resilience's seal
Our thoughts renew like a river's flow
We can rebuild the love we still know
Retie the bonds, relive what's lost
In life's vast field, where all is reborn anew
With every sunrise, a fresh start
Life's anvil shapes me, part by part
I ain't yet the final man I'm meant to be
Still a work in progress, that's plain to see
Till the day I'm complete and whole
And the good earth comes to take its toll
I ain't yet the final man I'm meant to be
Still a work in progress, that's plain to see
Till the day I'm complete and whole
When the Good Father comes to claim my soul
When the Good Father comes to claim my soul
Down the roads where I lost my ways
Now they're just echoes in my soul
Faint memories, a start that's cold
Time, he's a patient old craftsman
Painting life with a weathered hand
Working slow, with purpose and rhyme
Showing us, bit by bit, who we are in time
With every sunrise, a fresh start
Life's anvil shapes me, part by part
I ain't yet the final man I'm meant to be
Still a work in progress, that's plain to see
Till the day I'm complete and whole
And the good earth comes to take its toll
Seasons pass, thoughts take flight
Like leaves on the wind, to unknown sites
But the heart learns, and time will heal
Past mistakes, with resilience's seal
Our thoughts renew like a river's flow
We can rebuild the love we still know
Retie the bonds, relive what's lost
In life's vast field, where all is reborn anew
With every sunrise, a fresh start
Life's anvil shapes me, part by part
I ain't yet the final man I'm meant to be
Still a work in progress, that's plain to see
Till the day I'm complete and whole
And the good earth comes to take its toll
I ain't yet the final man I'm meant to be
Still a work in progress, that's plain to see
Till the day I'm complete and whole
When the Good Father comes to claim my soul
When the Good Father comes to claim my soul
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