Lyrics

[Verse]
Hands worn but steady with a story to tell
Brush in the jar like a mission's farewell
Chisels and colors bring memories alive
Crafting the legacy for hearts to revive

[Chorus]
Every stroke is a vow every cut is a prayer
To those who wore the courage to dare
Paint and wood speaking louder than words
In the gallery of heroes where love is preserved

[Verse 2]
He carves the echoes of marches and fight
The wood whispers softly through battles of might
Canvas soaked in the tears of a brother's smile
Every piece
A keepsake of a soul's trial

[Chorus]
Every stroke is a vow every cut is a prayer
To those who wore the courage to dare
Paint and wood speaking louder than words
In the gallery of heroes where love is preserved

[Bridge]
For the ones who left shadows in faraway lands
Their stories carried in his weathered hands
A tribute in color and timbered embrace
A home for their honor a sacred space

[Verse 3]
His heart beats the anthem for the lives that remain
Turning grief into grace through his hands' refrain
With each creation he salutes in his way
Celebrating sacrifice day after day