She Still Rises

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She’s walked through rooms where the silence screamed,

Where every dream felt too far to redeem.

Shadows whispered her name in vain,

But she learned to dance with the weight of pain.

The sickness came like a thief at night,

Tried to steal her song, dim her light —

But she found her voice through the cracking sound,

Now every echo lifts her higher ground.

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Every wound she hides became her art,

Every scar a hymn from her heart.

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She still rises — slow, but she rises,

From the ashes, through the dark disguises.

They threw their stones, but she built her throne,

Made her peace in the war zone.

The demons tried, the pain conspired,

But her faith never tired.

Through the smoke and the cries —

She still rises.

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She’s got eyes that have seen the cost of hope,

But she wears her grace like a velvet cloak.

People said she’d fade with time,

Now they quote her name like a sacred line.

She gives her hand to the ones who fall,

Whispers “stand up” when they lose it all.

Her kindness cuts through the hardest stone —

She builds a world she can’t own alone.

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She turned her pain into a prayer,

Now strength is the perfume in her hair.

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She still rises — wild, but she rises,

With a soul the dark despises.

She wears her truth, unashamed, untamed,

Won’t let sickness write her name.

She feeds the fire that once consumed,

Blooms in the cracks where she was entombed.

The hurt may haunt, but it never defines —

She still rises.

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[Bridge] (soft organ and backing vocals build)

Oh, she lifts the ones who’ve lost their fight,

Carries their dreams through sleepless nights.

They see her scars and they start to heal,

Her pain became the proof she’s real.

She says, “We all break before we mend,

But even shattered hearts can bend.”

And as her voice cuts through the storm,

A thousand souls are reborn.

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[Final Chorus] (big soulful swell, layered harmonies)

She still rises — higher, she rises,

Every breath defies the crisis.

Every battle became her psalm,

Every tear a healing balm.

She’s the light in the wounded skies,

The answer when hope cries.

They tried to end her fire —

But she still rises.

(fade out on echoing harmonies)

“She still rises