가사
[Verse]
Sunday sunrise, church bells rise, high and clear,
Father preaching hope, love, no fear,
Pew sittin', shoes shined, spirits feelin' fly,
Music in the air, friends by my side, no lie.
Every hymn a symphony, sermons hit deep,
With my people, felt alive, promises to keep,
Laughter in the halls, games after the service,
Bible tales at night, nothing felt nervous.
Mama’s Sunday dress, Daddy's sacred text,
I’d play tag in the yard, with my best friend's next,
Church potlucks and smiles, a community blessed,
In those early days, man, I felt so impressed.
[Verse]
Years pass by, fewer kids in the pew,
Reading books, playin' games, got different views,
Sunday mornings drag on, started hitting snooze,
Less magic in the sermons, started singin' the blues.
Pastor’s son, but my heart's wanderin' far,
From the scriptures to the stories, I’m writin' my memoir,
Video game fantasies, and sci-fi stars,
Church less a beacon, more distant radar.
Friends moved away, fewer voices in the choir,
Hangin’ with the old folks, my soul would tire,
Started questionin' the lessons, feelin' the ire,
Faith and doubt wrestlin', set my heart afire.
[Verse]
Old enough now, make my own choice,
Sunday sleep-ins, no need to rejoice,
Late nights, party lights, found a different voice,
Hangovers became norm, church a distant noise.
No peers left, the sermons felt cold,
Messages clashed with the stories I told,
Faith and freedom, a struggle to behold,
Left the pews behind, started breakin' the mold.
Respect to my roots, but I found my lane,
From the pulpit to the parties, I’ll never be the same,
Father’s son with a different kind of flame,
Life’s a journey, and I’m playin’ my own game.
