Verse 1 They have hands that know the way Through the dark, through yesterday, Maps of lives they’ve already lived, More than words they ever say. Every wrinkle tells a story, Every scar a lesson learned, Time has tried to steal their fire, But their light has never burned out. Verse 2 There’s a smell of bread and Sunday, Old songs playing soft and low, Simple things became forever In a world that moved so slow. Lessons whispered, not commanded, Truths you carry when you’re grown, Traditions like roots in the ground Holding firm when storms have blown. Pre-Chorus While the world keeps running fast, They remind us what can last. Chorus Grandparents, you are the memory, You’re the time that chose to stay, The living bridge between the past And the dreams we’ll make someday. In your stories, in your silence, There’s a love that doesn’t fade, As long as hearts remember you, No tradition is afraid. Verse 3 You’ve seen cities rise and fall, Promises both kept and lost, Yet your eyes still hold the faith That hope is worth the cost. You taught us strength is staying kind, Setting one more place to share, Respect, the land, the family table, Love that’s shown by being there. Pre-Chorus When the future feels unsure, Your old words still guide us through. Chorus Grandparents, you are the memory, You’re the time that chose to stay, The living bridge between the past And the dreams we’ll make someday. In your stories, in your silence, There’s a love that doesn’t fade, As long as hearts remember you, No tradition is afraid. Bridge (soft, emotional) “Don’t forget where you come from,” You said holding on to me, “Every step you’ll ever take Starts with who you used to be.” Final Chorus Grandparents, you are tomorrow Written deep in yesterday, In our rituals and holidays, In the words we still replay. If time pulls us far away, Your love will find us all the same, In the memories, in the traditions, Where love outlives a name. Outro Hands that remember… Still holding us today.
