Where We Stand
Grandma’s voice in the evening light,
Stories soft, but they cut so deep.
Hands that worked, hearts that prayed,
Promises they didn’t speak.
In a world that’s running fast,
Changing faces, losing ground,
I hear the past call my name,
Like a steady, faithful sound.
When the road gets dark and wide,
And the noise gets way too loud,
I look back to move ahead,
That’s where I’m found.
Tradition is the ground I’m standing on,
Keeps me steady when the night feels long.
It gives me shape, it gives me sight,
A quiet truth, a guiding light.
When I don’t know where to go or why,
I hold on tight — that’s how I survive.
Tradition shows me who I am,
It’s where I stand.
Old songs hum in modern rooms,
Ancient words in a new disguise.
Not a cage, not a chain,
Just a compass for my life.
Every step that came before
Left a mark along the way,
I don’t walk this road alone,
I carry yesterday.
When the mirror asks too much,
And the answers don’t come fast,
I remember what was true,
What could last.
Tradition is the ground I’m standing on,
Keeps me steady when the night feels long.
It gives me shape, it gives me sight,
A quiet truth, a guiding light.
When I don’t know where to go or why,
I hold on tight — that’s how I survive.
Tradition shows me who I am,
It’s where I stand.
Not everything old is gone,
Not everything new is right.
I walk forward, eyes open wide,
With roots beneath my life.
I choose what’s been proven strong,
I let the rest fall away,
Orientation for my soul,
Every single day.
Tradition is the ground I’m standing on,
A silent strength that pulls me on.
It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t fight,
It holds me still, it feels like home tonight.
In a world that’s spinning fast,
I know exactly where I am.
Tradition shows me who I am,
It’s where I stand.
Yeah…
That’s where I stand.
S.
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