Our beacon of light

[long slow intro piano and banjo] [Verse 1] I sit by the window, stories to tell, The creaking floorboards, the familiar smell. The faded wallpaper, the old wooden door, The dusty piano, where we'd sing and adore. My grandfather's chair, worn by the years, Still stands in the corner, a silent witness here. The photos on the mantel, faces I know, Each one a chapter in our family's show. [Chorus] Through the storm and the strife, we've kept holding on, With every step we take, we know we're not alone. Our parents and theirs before, they paved this way, We'll pass it on to our kids, in this house we'll stay. [Verse 2] The kitchen table, where we'd gather and share, The tales of our journeys, the love and the care. The garden outside, where the roses still grow, A testament to the seeds that my grandmother sowed. The attic upstairs, filled with treasures untold, Each item a whisper of stories to be told. This home is our anchor, a beacon of light, In the darkest of nights, it's our guiding sight. [Chorus] Through the storm and the strife, we've kept holding on, With every step we take, we know we're not alone. Our parents and theirs before, they paved this way, We'll pass it on to our kids, in this house we'll stay.