Father and Son's Trail

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[Verse 1]
Before the sun could touch the trees,
He shook me awake, whispered, "Time to leave."
Boots on the porch, creaking slow,
Rifle in hand, hearts ready to go.

[Prechorus]
The world was quiet, the air so still,
Just me, my dad, and the rolling hills.

[Chorus]
Out on the trail, where the whispers roam,
Every step feels like coming home.
The lessons he taught, the stories he’d weave,
Echo through the woods, in the rustling leaves.

[Verse 2]
We crossed the creek where the water runs clear,
He said, "Son, the wild's got nothing to fear."
Tracked a buck through the morning dew,
Every step felt like something new.

[Prechorus]
"Patience," he said, "is a hunter’s creed,
It’s not the prize, it’s the life you lead."

[Chorus]
Out on the trail, where the whispers roam,
Every step feels like coming home.
The lessons he taught, the stories he’d weave,
Echo through the woods, in the rustling leaves.