Verse 1 July eleventh found me standing there, San Francisco fog hanging in the air. They offered every road except the one I’d planned— I said, “No… Food Service. That’s where I’ll stand.” Pre-Chorus An hour of saying, “No, this is my way.” Sometimes destiny begins that way. Chorus Because you gotta serve somebody— Those words kept calling me. Not for glory, not for medals, Not for everyone to see. Mary spelled my reason, Duty shaped my name. Forty years have passed, Yet I’d choose that road again. Verse 2 Mama called this day her freedom song, Never knowing mine would come along. The same July sky, another kind of start, One day broke a family— One day built a heart. Bridge Today I signed again… Not enlistment papers this time, Just another promise To keep choosing life. The road looks different now, Yet the calling sounds the same… Final Chorus You gotta serve somebody— The years have taught me why. Sometimes service wears a uniform… Sometimes it simply learns to fly. From kitchens into history, From soldiers into grace— July eleventh keeps reminding me… Service became my place. Outro Forty years… One ordinary signature. One extraordinary life.
