Verse 1 I used to tuck a ribbon in your hair, Landry, spin you round the hall, Carry you on tired hips and show you treasures on my wall. You’d cradle Nana’s precious moments, one by one like tiny lights, I’d tell you who we were and why those little things felt right. Your laugh would float between the frames, your fingers tracing gold, You grew from whispered bedtime tales into a woman brave and bold.Chorus Go find the sunrise, chase the road that calls your name, Keep Nana’s stories in your pocket, let them light your way. You’re my last gown and tassel, my proud and gentle song— Fly soft, fly strong, Landry, you’ve carried me this long. Verse 2 We sat with cups of secrets, heart-to-hearts in afternoon light, You learned to name your sorrow and how to stand up for what’s right. I showed you a locket, small and worn, told you where the memories hide, “Carry them when you’re lonely,” I whispered, “I’ll be by your side.” Now dorm keys jingle, suitcases hum, the world is yours to roam— But every story that I told you lives in the rooms you’ll call home. Chorus Go find the sunrise, chase the road that calls your name, Keep Nana’s stories in your pocket, let them light your way. You’re my last gown and tassel, my proud and gentle song— Fly soft, fly strong, Landry, you’ve carried me this long. Bridge When midnight feels too heavy and new streets feel unknown, Reach for the ribbon in your mind, the locket, and the home. There’s a chair that remembers laughter, a quilt stitched out of care— I packed a thousand small tomorrows in the seams of every prayer. Verse 3 There’ll be coffee and classrooms, first tests of who you are, New friends, late-night windows, bright mornings after dark. You’ll call me with questions, I’ll listen and I’ll cheer, My voice will be your harbor when the road ahead feels near. You’re stepping out, my darling, wearing every story’s thread— A lifetime of my love tucked in the corners of your bed. Final Chorus Go find the sunrise, chase the road that calls your name, Keep Nana’s stories in your pocket, let them light your way. You’re my last gown and tassel, my proud and gentle song— Fly soft, fly strong, Landry, you’ve carried me this long.Outro So go—paint mornings gold and hold tight to what is true, When you miss me, close your eyes; I’ll be smiling there with you.
