[Verse]

Ahh… la la la… la la la… la…

(Soft piano and strings — gentle, nostalgic tone)

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[0:21 – 1:00] Verse 1

He woke before the morning light,

With hands worn down, but eyes so bright.

He built a home with love and grace,

A quiet strength upon his face.

He never asked for songs or fame,

He only hoped we’d find our flame.

And though his voice would fade away,

His echo still remains today.

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[1:01 – 1:35] 🎶 Chorus 1

He was the heart that led the band,

With steady eyes and guiding hand.

He taught us more than words could say,

To live with love in every day.

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[1:36 – 2:05] Verse 2

Now years have gone, I hear his tune,

It hums beneath the silver moon.

And when I sing, I feel him near,

His melody is crystal clear.

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[2:06 – 2:35] 🎶 Chorus 2

He was the heart that led the band,

He shaped my soul, he helped me stand.

The song he left still softly plays,

Through every dawn and yesterday.

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[2:36 – 2:55] Bridge (soft, emotional)

And though the stage is quiet now,

His music lives, somehow, somehow…

In every chord, I hear his name,

The love remains — it sounds the same.

⸻Ahh… la la la… la la la… la…

He was the song… my father played…