There's something about an old barn
It's more than just wood and nails
It's a time capsule, holding stories and wisdom
Waiting for you to find them
I walked into that barn today
Dusty beams and the smell of hay
The light cut through the wooden cracks
Like a bridge to the past, pulling me back
There was his old workbench, worn and stained
A testament to calloused hands and rain
An old tin flask tucked in the side
Still held the scent of his whiskey pride
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
Found his leather boots by the stall
Still caked with mud from every fall
The saddle he swore would outlast him
Now holds a silence where he'd once been
And there in the corner, a whiskey jar
With notes he'd scrawled, like guiding stars
Son, life's a balance-of grit and grace
But never forget your roots, your place
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
As I swept the floor, I felt him there
In the hum of the breeze, in the still warm air
Each relic a whisper, each shadow a guide
He's not really gone; he's just by my side
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
Now the barn's cleaned out, but it still holds his soul
In the whiskey, the dust, the memories untold
And as I walk away, one thing feels clear
The lessons he left will always be near
He may not be here in the flesh,
But every nail in this barn, every groove in the wood
It's him. And it's enough to keep him alive in my heart forever
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There's something about an old barn
It's more than just wood and nails
It's a time capsule, holding stories and wisdom
Waiting for you to find them
I walked into that barn today
Dusty beams and the smell of hay
The light cut through the wooden cracks
Like a bridge to the past, pulling me back
There was his old workbench, worn and stained
A testament to calloused hands and rain
An old tin flask tucked in the side
Still held the scent of his whiskey pride
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
Found his leather boots by the stall
Still caked with mud from every fall
The saddle he swore would outlast him
Now holds a silence where he'd once been
And there in the corner, a whiskey jar
With notes he'd scrawled, like guiding stars
Son, life's a balance-of grit and grace
But never forget your roots, your place
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
As I swept the floor, I felt him there
In the hum of the breeze, in the still warm air
Each relic a whisper, each shadow a guide
He's not really gone; he's just by my side
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
Now the barn's cleaned out, but it still holds his soul
In the whiskey, the dust, the memories untold
And as I walk away, one thing feels clear
The lessons he left will always be near
He may not be here in the flesh,
But every nail in this barn, every groove in the wood
It's him. And it's enough to keep him alive in my heart forever
It's more than just wood and nails
It's a time capsule, holding stories and wisdom
Waiting for you to find them
I walked into that barn today
Dusty beams and the smell of hay
The light cut through the wooden cracks
Like a bridge to the past, pulling me back
There was his old workbench, worn and stained
A testament to calloused hands and rain
An old tin flask tucked in the side
Still held the scent of his whiskey pride
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
Found his leather boots by the stall
Still caked with mud from every fall
The saddle he swore would outlast him
Now holds a silence where he'd once been
And there in the corner, a whiskey jar
With notes he'd scrawled, like guiding stars
Son, life's a balance-of grit and grace
But never forget your roots, your place
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
As I swept the floor, I felt him there
In the hum of the breeze, in the still warm air
Each relic a whisper, each shadow a guide
He's not really gone; he's just by my side
Whiskey, dust, and memories
Echoes of the man I wanna be
Every tool, every scar, every line in the wood
Tells a story of a life that stood
Through the years, through the storms, and the toil he faced
I'm finding him here in this sacred space
Now the barn's cleaned out, but it still holds his soul
In the whiskey, the dust, the memories untold
And as I walk away, one thing feels clear
The lessons he left will always be near
He may not be here in the flesh,
But every nail in this barn, every groove in the wood
It's him. And it's enough to keep him alive in my heart forever
Writer: Paulo Echeverri
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