Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Olive trees and dusty shoes Names carved in the training field Little kids with storm-grey eyes Trading stories like a shield Kitchen smells and bandaged knees Old scars under summer sleeves We pass down legends over bread Of where we’re from What we can’t say [Chorus] We are the sons and daughters of thunder Sea And flame Raised in a valley that never shows its name Rivals in the daylight Allies when it rains We bleed like any mortal But we burn with borrowed veins Hidden But we’re not afraid [Verse 2] She can call the mountain wind He can grow a forest row I just see the threads of chance Where the falling arrows go In the yard we clash in pairs Wooden blades and flying sand After dark we stitch the tears Share a blanket Share a plan [Chorus] We are the sons and daughters of thunder Sea And flame Raised in a valley that never shows its name Rivals in the daylight Allies when it rains We bleed like any mortal But we burn with borrowed veins Hidden But we’re not afraid [Bridge] Do they ever look down and wonder If we laugh If we fail If we pray? (oh oh) Or are we just pieces on their tables Waiting for a war they’ll never pay? I don’t need their gaze to guide me I’ve got faces in this firelight Call me cousin Call me rival You’re the hand that holds my life [Chorus] We are the sons and daughters of thunder Sea And flame Raised in a valley that never shows its name Rivals in the daylight Allies when it rains We bleed like any mortal But we burn with borrowed veins Hidden But we’re not ashamed Hidden And we’ll carve our name
Tags
folk, Warm modern folk-pop with female vocals; fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft piano under intimate verses, lush harmonies in the chorus. Gentle brushed drums and upright bass enter by the first hook, building into a sweeping bridge with tambourine and wordless “oh”s. Organic, open mix that lets the storytelling sit right up front., pop
Duration
3:54
Instrumental
No
Created
2/23/2026