View single post by bunnythesinger
 Posted: Thu Oct 3rd, 2019 02:15 am
PMQuoteReplyFull Topic

Joined: Fri Aug 2nd, 2019
Location: Central Midlands, South Carolina USA
Posts: 440
Have had the concept for this one in my notebook for awhile. Decided that it was time to finish it. As always, suggestions and course corrections are appreciated. Thanks for reading.


The Nail

Verse 1
We were seven when we made that old fort
On the spot where our backyard met the woods
Out of wooden scraps and old recycled junk
That we picked up all around our neighborhood
We nailed up all the pieces that we brought there
Proudly through the streets in our red wagons
Over time we built the walls that kept us safe
From hooligans and pirate ships and dragons

Chorus 1
On a post we nailed a bucket for our treasures
Comic books and ships with plastic sails
Everything we ever thought was precious
Was carefully protected by a nail

Verse 2
We tied the knot the week we finished high school
In that little house we made a home so sweet
Working hard to always keep things going
In a year a little girl made us complete
As life got complicated we still struggled
And though our problems always seemed to multiply
Somehow never more than we could handle
In our hearts we knew we only had to try

Chorus 2
At my workbench I hung the pictures of my family
Each time I looked they were there without fail
And everything I ever thought was precious
Hung beautifully before me on a nail

Verse 3
We watched our brown hair grey with age together
Still certain of the love we've shared so long
The wisdom that a family is forever
Is every proof that love is never wrong
As the the story of our life looms near its ending
We came to understand what God's love for us entails
His willingness to save us by giving up his Son
And protecting us forever with a nail.

Instrumental chorus

Everything we ever knew was precious
Has always been protected by a nail.

© Copyright 2019 John Parrish

"People always ask me what I write first, words or lyrics...and I always say, Yes." Martin Mull
Close Window