Early light, another day
Mirror shows a tired face
Steady hands, a quiet grace
Bring me back to feel okay
Fading lines, a smoother view
Fresh cut makes me feel brand new
In this chair, I find my way
Simple calm to start the day
Gentle man, stand so strong
Soft outside, but heart holds on
Gentle man, trust those hands
Shape my style, help me stand
Warm lather, a soothing stream
Clears my head, resets my dream
Little talk, a knowing nod
Every cut, a touch of God
Maybe all we need is this
Small moment of quiet bliss
Piece by piece, the world aligns
Gentle hands can redefine
Gentle man, stand so strong
Soft outside, but heart holds on
Gentle man, trust those hands
Shape my style, help me stand