Boots by the Door

[Verse 1]
Those worn-out boots, still standin' by the kitchen door,
Smell like red earth and the salt spray from the ocean floor.
Remember how they dwarfed my feet, a current too strong to steer,
Now they fit just right, tellin' me you’re always near.

[Chorus]
Oh, Daddy's boots by the door, a silent story they keep,
Of rising tides and sun-baked truths, while the whole village was asleep.
They fit just right on me now, the taste of salt on the wind,
Wish I’d said more, before your final journey began.

[Verse 2]
I watched you mendin' nets, your hands like weathered, ancient wood,
You taught me wisdom in the quiet, in ways I misunderstood.
The shifting sand beneath my feet, felt solid when you were close,
Now the horizon feels so wide, where your memory grows.

[Chorus]
Oh, Daddy's boots by the door, a silent story they keep,
Of rising tides and sun-baked truths, while the whole village was asleep.
They fit just right on me now, the taste of salt on the wind,
Wish I’d said more, before your final journey began.

[Bridge]
Underneath the cashew tree, where the capoeira drums still sway,
I see your shadow in the morning light, just before the break of day.
A quiet strength, a hidden reef, you taught me how to bear the storm,
This old fisherman's heart still longs for your embrace, so warm.

[Chorus]
Oh, Daddy's boots by the door, a silent story they keep,
Of rising tides and sun-baked truths, while the whole village was asleep.
They fit just right on me now, the taste of salt on the wind,
Wish I’d said more, before your final journey began.

[Outro]
Yeah, the taste of salt on the wind, and the path you laid for me,
Just these boots by the door, and the endless, rolling sea.