Raised by fire held by grit

Born on a Sunday in a small Maine town

Mama tried her best, but the world wore her down

Lived with my grammy, safe in her arms

Till a stranger with a smile brought a world full of harm

Tickled till I cried, slapped across the face

My childhood innocence gone without a trace

From four to twelve, I wore those scars

Silent nights, prayin’ under fallen stars

Back to my grammy, but I never stayed long

Life kept tossin’ me where I didn’t belong

Beggin' Mama on the phone, "Won’t you come home?"

But she chose him, and I cried all alone

I was raised by fire, held by grit

Taught to keep going when life throws a fit

Had my first place at fourteen, no one to guide

But I learned how to stand with the hurt deep inside

By sixteen, a wife, by twenty-three, five kids

I built love from the wreckage, gave all that I did

I’ve been burned, I’ve been broken, but I’m still here to say

This woman’s made of thunder and she don’t fade away

He said he'd be different, that he'd be my safe place

But he chipped at my spirit with each cold embrace

Found lies in the messages, flowers for some dame

When I gave him my heart, he played it like a game

Still, I stood in the fire, hoping he'd see

That his healing might start if he fought for me

I chased love like breath, from my mother to men

Just wanted to matter — to be chosen again

I scrubbed homes for a smile, held pain like a song

But I kept on surviving, kept holding on

The girl who was silenced now speaks with a flame

And you better believe she remembers the names

Yeah, I was raised by fire, held by grit

Taught to swing back when life throws a hit

Made a home outta ashes, a life outta dust

When the world told me "break," I just learned how to trust

In my strength, in my heart, in my God-given voice

And if I had to do it again, I’d still make the same choice

‘Cause I’m living, not just breathing, and I’ve come here to say

This woman’s made of thunder — and she won’t fade away

So here’s to the girl no one stayed for at night

Who became the woman still ready to fight

With her kids, her heart, and a wild kind of grace

She’s the storm and the shelter in one sacred place