[Intro — soft acoustic guitar strum, reflective tone, gentle hums] Mmm… ohhh… [Verse 1 — guitar + piano, storytelling, humble delivery] In the chaos, we lost our way, False alerts turned nights to day. But then a voice, steady and kind, Taught us the questions to keep in mind. [Pre-Chorus — strings swell, percussion taps in, hopeful build] Framework steady, lessons clear, Guiding light we all hold near. When the noise won’t let us sleep, Their wisdom cuts the signal deep. [Chorus — big folk-pop swell, layered harmonies, handclaps and tambourine] Father figure, we sing this song, To the hunters who taught us how to be strong. Detection dreams, they showed the way, Four golden questions we ask each day. Father figure, keeper of lore, They shaped our hunts, then gave us more. We carry their wisdom in everything, The roots, the crown, the suffering. [Verse 2 — playful, upbeat guitar picking, slightly brighter vocal] From pyramids to peaks we climb, We measure signals, mark the time. Actors, behaviors, evidence too, ABLE shaped the path brand new. [Pre-Chorus — same rising energy, backing vocals echoing “hold near” / “cut deep”] Lessons stitched in every line, Hunting wisdom, aged like wine. When the logs feel infinite, Their words remind what’s definite. [Chorus — repeat with stronger percussion, full ensemble] Father figure, we sing this song, To the hunters who taught us how to be strong. Detection dreams, they showed the way, Four golden questions we ask each day. Father figure, keeper of lore, They shaped our hunts, then gave us more. We carry their wisdom in everything, The roots, the crown, the suffering. [Bridge — stripped to voice + piano, near-whisper reverence] When the falsehoods crowd my head, When I can’t see the path ahead… I hear the echo, calm and near: “Is this normal? Should it be here?” [Final Chorus — triumphant, choir harmonies, joyful folk-pop climax] Father figure, we sing this song, To the hunters who taught us how to be strong. Detection dreams, they showed the way, Four golden questions we ask each day. Father figure, keeper of lore, They shaped our hunts, then gave us more. We carry their wisdom in everything, The roots, the crown, the suffering. [Outro — single guitar chord, echoing “Father figure…” as a soft refrain]
