Roberth the Carpenter

[Verse]
Roberth the carpenter's clock strikes five,
Wipes the day’s dirt off, feeling alive.
The dog’s by the door, leash in its mouth,
Walks through the backwoods down south.
[Verse 2]
Snowmobile gassed up, ready to ride,
Moon’s coming up, lighting the night’s side.
Wind in his face, trails of snow ahead,
Chasing the horizon, paintin' it red.
[Chorus]
Homeward bound to that old wooden chair,
Logs on the fire, warmth everywhere.
Chatting on Facebook, friends in his reach,
A cold beer in hand, within arm's reach.
[Verse 3]
Morning comes quickly, roosters out loud,
Coffee's brewing, eggs boiling proud.
Life in the small town, simple and sweet,
Hard work and heartbeats in every beat.
[Bridge]
He pours another beer, day's end in sight,
Stars up above, twinkling bright.
Roberth's content, his soul at ease,
In the stillness of night, with a gentle breeze.
[Verse 4]
Tool belt hangs by the kitchen door,
Splinters and sawdust cover the floor.
But in his heart, there’s nothing he lacks,
He’s a builder of dreams with calloused hands.