Paper Snowflakes in the Attic (النسخة 2)

Verse

Old trunk in the attic, dusty keys and twine

A hundred Christmas cards in a worn leather shrine

Paper snowflakes folding out across my knee

Grandfather's penmanship I still can't read with ease

He'd sit here on December mornings before sun

Making ornaments for the whole town to have fun

His hands moving slow like the snow outside his door

I'm learning the pattern he taught me long ago

Bend in, crease along, cut where the light comes through

A thousand snowflakes from nothing but a single sheet of glue

Pre-Chorus

Now I'm the one sitting here with worn hands too

Folding what he folded fifty years ago or two

I keep his scissors, his ink, and every design

Trying to hold on till the stars shine bright once more

Chorus

Paper snowflakes in the attic where our stories sleep

Folded together by a love that never leaves

Every edge I cut brings back a memory of you

Keeping Christmas warm inside my chest, just me and you

We're not done yet, no matter how the years go by

Not until every flake is different, till they fly through the sky

You may be gone but in this paper, you stay near

Folding snowflakes with all your love still here

Verse 2

Candlelight on his cheek when I was just a boy

Watching him work magic he said only comes from joy

He'd tell me tales of winters past where the drifts reached up to the roof

How every flake that fell outside brought us one step closer to proof

Now my own children fold alongside me by the windowpane

Grandfather's hands in mine, we're making memories again and again

Pre-Chorus

And I'm the one who teaches now what he taught me true

Folding love into paper till it all turns white as snow

Every time they ask 'Why' and every time I say

It's for the ones you hold tonight, so Christmas never fades away