Fence Posts & Memories

The wood is cracked the paint has peeled

These fence posts hold the life I feel

Each splinter tells a story old

Of love and loss and hands gone cold

The sun it fades but here I stand

A weathered man with calloused hands

These posts they hum a quiet tune

Beneath the glow of the rising moon

Fence posts and memories

Whispering through the trees

They hold the weight of years gone by And catch the tears I never cry

The grass grows wild the roots run deep

Through soil where secrets softly sleep

The echoes of a younger me Still linger in this melody

A broken gate a creaking sound

The years they've worn this place down But every nail and every beam

Holds fragments of a fleeting dream

Fence posts and memories

Whispering through the trees

They hold the weight of years gone by And catch the tears I never cry