Thanksgiving Ballad
The cold wind’s blowing ‘cross the old dirt road,
Fields are quiet now, the harvest done.
Mama’s in the kitchen with a heart of gold,
And the smell of pumpkin pie says, “Son, come home.”
I’ve been gone too long, chasing things I don’t need,
But tonight I’m grateful just to breathe.
So I bow my head this Thanksgiving night,
For the ones I lost and the ones still by my side.
For the miles behind, the lessons learned,
For every bridge crossed and every bridge burned.
Lord, I’m thankful for the simple things—
A warm fire, a song, and the peace it brings.
My brother’s at the table, telling tales again,
Laughter rolling like a southern train.
Dad’s old guitar leans by the wooden chair,
Still echoes memories hanging in the air.
Life keeps moving, but some things stay—
Like the love we gather on this day.
So I bow my head this Thanksgiving night,
For the ones I lost and the ones still by my side.
For the miles behind, the lessons learned,
For every bridge crossed and every bridge burned.
Lord, I’m thankful for the simple things—
A warm fire, a song, and the peace it brings.
I’ve walked through storms, I’ve walked alone,
Chased the dark till the morning shone.
But every road—no matter how far—
Leads me back to where my people are.
And when the candles fade and the night grows long,
We’ll still be holding on through the quiet dawn.
For the love we share is the greatest thing—
This Thanksgiving, that’s what I bring.
S.
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