Verse 1 When I was seven years old, I thought every dad could draw, Take a blank page in his hands and create a whole new world. Cowboys riding through the dust, geese rising in the sky, Heroes chasing bad guys underneath the city lights. I thought every father had that magic in his hands, Now I know how rare it was to be your little man. Pre-Chorus In that room of pens and paper, Where the sunlight used to fall, You weren't just drawing pictures— You were teaching me it all. Chorus You taught me how to see, The beauty in the small things, The colors in the sunset, The hope that morning brings. You showed me every ordinary day Could be more than it appears. Dad, the greatest thing you gave to me Was learning how to see. Verse 2 You'd say, "Colors tell a story, son, they speak without a sound. They can lift a weary heart or turn a smile around." You taught me about texture, how some things belong, How beauty and harmony can make the weak feel strong. Then you'd stop and ask the question that still echoes deep in me, "Do you understand?" you'd say, and I'd nod quietly. Pre-Chorus Looking back, I see it now, What I couldn't see back then, You were teaching me to notice The wonder hidden in the everyday. Chorus You taught me how to see, The beauty in the small things, The colors in the sunset, The hope that morning brings. You showed me every ordinary day Could be more than it appears. Dad, the greatest thing you gave to me Was learning how to see. Bridge Life wasn't always easy, We both know that's true. There were shadows we walked through, There were battles fought by you. But through every scar and struggle, One thing always stayed the same: You kept searching for the beauty, And you helped me do the same. Final Chorus You taught me how to see, The beauty in the small things, The laughter of a child, The song a sparrow sings. You showed me every ordinary day Can shine with heaven's light. Dad, because of you I see The world a little brighter. Outro So here's to you, Dad, For every line you drew. For every lesson hidden there, For every dream made new. Your paintings may have faded, But your colors still run through me. And every time I stop to notice beauty, I remember— You taught me how to see. Tag Happy Father's Day, Dad. Cheers. And again—cheers.
