[Sung to her, not about her.
Starts intimate—almost conversational—like we’re sitting by a fire.
Builds slowly, adding harmonies and drums in the second chorus.
The bridge lifts and widens (strings or ambient swell), then the final chorus lands grounded and strong—not explosive, but immovable.
The last line is nearly whispered.]
Verse 1
You sit in the back right corner
Like you’re hiding from the light
But you’re the only one in the whole room
Holding steady through the night
They call it “too much feeling”
You call it telling the truth
You’ve been walking through the fire
Since you were just a kid in boots
Pre-Chorus
You don’t slam doors
You don’t scream
You just draw a line
And stand between
Chorus
You’re gentle might, stormy sunshine
Soft hands, steel spine
You let the big feelings rise and roll
But disrespect don’t cross that line
You bend like trees in Tennessee wind
But you don’t break for fear
You’re not loud—but heaven help
The ones who think you’re weak, my dear
Verse 2
You loved with both arms open
Even when it cost you sleep
Held everybody else together
While your own heart learned to weep
They tried to name you bitter
Tried to call you hard and cold
But courage doesn’t always shout
Sometimes it just won’t fold
Pre-Chorus
You breathe in slow
You let it land
You shake—but still
You stand
Chorus
You’re gentle might, stormy sunshine
Clear eyes, fault line
You feel it all and still choose grace
Every single time
You don’t chase peace by disappearing
You don’t trade truth for cheer
You’re not loud—but heaven help
The ones who think you’re weak, my dear
Bridge
Backyard fires and bare feet
Gray pitbull at your knees
You’re building something sacred
Out of honesty and trees
Campfire sparks and second starts
Kids learning how to feel
You’re teaching them their hearts are safe
And teaching them what’s real
Final Chorus (lift)
You’re gentle might, holy ground
Quiet thunder, steady sound
You don’t have to win the room
To turn the whole thing around
You’ve walked through dark, you’ve held your mind
You’ve come back strong and clear
You’re not loud—but heaven help
The ones who think you’re weak, my dear
Outro
Big feelings are okay, I know
But you?
You are the line.
