时间：2026-06-01
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I picked that old guitar one evening.
Tried my best not to let you see.
The boy inside me wanted to stay.
But life kept calling me.
Rose still walked those highway softly.
Trying hard to stay around.
But love came knocking at her doorway.
And she finally left this town.
I carried burdens i was too young for.
But i'd do it all again.
Because even when you lost your way.
You were still my father then.
Dad, it's not too late.
Don't let regret steal today.
The little girl who loved you then.
Still loves you the same way.
The years may be behind us now.
The love can still rebuild these walls.
Funny how man sees clearly.
When he's sitting there alone.
I finally learned to be a father.
After everybody's gone.
After my son became a man too fast.
My little girl moved on.
I spent years drawing in the whiskey.
Trying to outrun what hurt.
Now i talk to God in empty rooms.
Wondering what I deserve.
And every night I miss my children.
More than words could even show.
Because the man I always prayed you'd be.
Is finally alive.
Dad, it's not too late.
The story doesn't end in pain.
God can heal the deepest wounds.
And bring the light again.
And if you ever need your children.
Just now we are not that far.
I finally leared to be a father.
But i learned it far too late to know.
The whiskey doesn't own your story.
The pain doesn't own your name.
Because Jesus found the broken pieces.
And helped you live again.
And it's never too late.
