True North Star

The clock on the mantle always keeps perfect time . But you,

you taught me there's beauty in the things left behind . I grew up

in the shadow of rusted steel and brass . Watching you polish

memories behind the dusty glass . This song's for you, dad,

my true north star . You're the engine that always showed me who we

are . Like the old routes you trace on maps made of gold.

You helped me find my direction in a story yet untold .

You're the collector's compass, the guide in my hand . There are lantern