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Verse 1
I’m like a fly rod leaning by the shore,
Quiet enough to make the loud ignore.
A willow in the wind, not an oak in a fight,
Still water wearing borrowed light.
My words arrive like feathers on a stream,
Soft enough to disappear between your dreams.
Tell me this riddle before you decide:
What bends without breaking and still won’t hide?
Pre-Chorus
Silence isn’t surrender,
Patience isn’t fear.
The longest-held breath
Can become the loudest year.
Chorus
I’m a fly rod with a thread so thin,
Looks like weakness till you pull against it.
The lighter the line, the deeper it runs,
The calmest sky still carries thunder.
Here’s the paradox you never understood:
The gentlest hands can stand their ground.
I don’t have to shout to prove my spine—
Don’t mistake my quiet for a warning sign.
Verse 2
A fly line dances where heavy ropes will sink,
Teaching rivers not to trust what people think.
You’ll see me smile while storms collect,
A peaceful face hiding self-respect.
But keep on pulling what was meant to drift,
Soon you’ll feel the backbone in the whip.
Another riddle carried by the breeze:
Why does the smallest branch survive what topples trees?
Pre-Chorus
Mercy has its borders,
Grace can draw a line.
Even the softest river
Can carve through solid time.
Chorus
I’m a fly rod with a thread so thin,
Looks like weakness till you pull against it.
The lighter the line, the deeper it runs,
The calmest sky still carries thunder.
Here’s the paradox you never understood:
The gentlest hearts don’t always yield.
Push me far enough and you’ll discover
Steel was hiding underneath the field.
Bridge
I’m not looking for a battle,
I’m looking for the truth.
Some people test the string
Just to hear it snap.
But they forget one thing—
A fly rod was never built to stay stiff…
It was built to load, to bend,
And send everything back farther than it came.
Final Chorus
I’m a fly rod with a thread so fine,
You’ll laugh until you cross the line.
I carry peace like morning mist,
But I won’t disappear in it.
Another paradox for you to solve:
The strongest things are rarely hard—
They bend, they wait, they choose their fight,
Then stand unbroken in the dark.
Outro
So if I seem quiet, don’t call me weak.
If I seem gentle, don’t mistake me for defeat.
The river taught me what pride never could—
The things that bend the most often stand the longest.
Here’s one last riddle:
What looks ready to break, yet grows stronger every time it’s tested?
A fly rod already knows.
A thin line already trusts.
So pull if you must.
Push if you think I’ll fold.
I’m not made to snap—
I’m made to bend… and never back down.
That’s the paradox of me:
The calmer I stay,
The stronger I become.
Details
GeneratedJul 25, 2026
Duration4:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
Soulful-pop country hybrid, autotune narmony
powertul,gritty,falsetto,emotional,soaring vocals,new school,choir,acoustic
Credits
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DoubleJ83
DoubleJ83ModelAria v5.5
