Worn Baseball Glove

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Dust motes dance in the afternoon light
On a shelf by the window, soft and bright
An old leather glove, shaped by time and sweat
A silent story, I can't forget
Fingers curled inward, a catcher's strong hold
Stories whispered, brave and bold
Every stitched seam, every mark and fray
Reminds me of a sun-drenched day

[Chorus]
Oh, the worn baseball glove, a son's youthful might
A father's silent memory, bathed in golden light
Of every game played, every throw and every catch
A love that deepened, with every single scratch
He outgrew the leather, but never my heart
A perfect picture, a brand new start

[Verse 2]
I remember the day, his hand found its fit
Small fingers trembling, a new journey lit
We'd spend hours out there, just him and me
Beneath the old oak, for all the world to see
From clumsy throws to a confident arm
Sheltered from troubles, safe from all harm
Then came the day, he laced up new gear
This old glove retired, wiping away a tear

[Chorus]
Oh, the worn baseball glove, a son's youthful might
A father's silent memory, bathed in golden light
Of every game played, every throw and every catch
A love that deepened, with every single scratch
He outgrew the leather, but never my heart
A perfect picture, a brand new start

[Bridge]
Time rolls on, like seasons that turn
Lessons learned and bridges burned
But this old glove, it holds more than dirt
It holds the echoes, of a boy's last sprint
And a father's pride, watching him soar
Knowing those moments, forever and more

[Chorus]
Oh, the worn baseball glove, a son's youthful might
A father's silent memory, bathed in golden light
Of every game played, every throw and every catch
A love that deepened, with every single scratch
He outgrew the leather, but never my heart
A perfect picture, a brand new start

[Outro]
Yeah, he outgrew the leather, but never my heart
My son, my son, my work of art.