Lyrics:

Verse 1 

There’s a mirror in the hallway,

Shows the lines I never saw.

The boy is gone, the man’s still learning

What all this growing up is for.

You used to stand there, quiet and strong,

A coffee mug, the morning song.

I never knew what tired looked like,

Till I saw your face at dawn.

Pre-Chorus

You never said the things you felt,

You showed them in the cards you dealt.

Chorus 1

Gray beard, I see your years,

Every one built the life I’m in.

Every wrinkle, every tear,

Was love you carried on your skin.

You gave your hands, your sleep, your fire —

To build a world your sons desired.

Gray beard, I see your years —

And I thank you for mine.

(Instrumental – soft electric swells, light drums enter, atmosphere builds)

Verse 2 

You taught me how to swing a nail,

To stand again when I would fail.

To bite my tongue, to keep my word,

To mean it all when it was heard.

I hated rules, I fought your way,

But I still walk the path you paved.

Now I understand the cost it takes,

To love so much that something breaks.

Pre-Chorus

Your silence taught me more than speech,

Your life was louder than your reach.

Chorus 2

Gray beard, I see your years,

Etched like roots in the soil you’ve sown.

Every scar and every fear,

Was just your heart turned into stone.

You gave your dreams so I could find,

A sky that never left me blind.

Gray beard, I see your years —

And I’m proud they shine.

Bridge 



Now when I catch my own reflection,

I see the gray begin to grow.

And I smile — ‘cause now I know,

The weight you carried all those roads.

You never asked for praise or crown,

You just kept holding the family down.

And every gray hair, every line,

Is a promise you kept — through time.



Final Chorus 

Gray beard, I see your years,

Every silver strand is gold to me.

Your wisdom built my yesteryears,

Your love became my melody.

I’ll carry on what you began,

A son still learning how to stand.

Gray beard, I see your years —

And I’ll make you proud, old man.

Outro 

Gray beard… I’ll make you proud.

Memories

Gray Beard

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