Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Key on the table Door standing open His voice still echoes But it’s losing focus One suitcase breathing On the passenger seat Her hands still shaking But they’re finally free [Chorus] I got soft hands Strong heart I mend my scars like art I’m the one I’ve been waiting for In the quiet I roar (oh) I won’t beg to be believed Every bruise taught me to leave I am more than what you tore apart Soft hands Strong heart [Verse 2] She buys fresh flowers Puts them by her bed Talks to her shadow Like an old friend instead Learns how her laughter Sounds in her own space Paint on her fingers Sun on her face [Chorus] I got soft hands Strong heart I mend my scars like art I’m the one I’ve been waiting for In the quiet I roar (yeah) I won’t beg to be believed Every bruise taught me to leave I am more than what you tore apart Soft hands Strong heart [Bridge] I used to shrink when someone shouted Used to doubt every truth I found Now when the mirror starts to question I speak my name out loud [Chorus] I got soft hands Strong heart I mend my scars like art I’m the one I’ve been waiting for In the quiet I roar (I roar) I won’t beg to be believed Every bruise taught me to leave I am more than what you tore apart Soft hands Strong heart Soft hands Strong heart
Tags
Warm indie-pop ballad with female vocals; brushed kit and soft electric piano in the verses, gentle pads and bass blooming into a big, empowering chorus. Subtle acoustic guitar textures, stacked harmonies on the hook, and a gradual build from intimate whisper to full, open-throated release in the final chorus., warm, soft
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
3/21/2026