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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You walk in quiet
Back to the wall
Doing your best
To look kinda small
But I see the tremor
Hiding in your hand
The way you measure
Every word you plan
[Chorus]
You don’t have to earn your place here
You don’t have to stand up straight
Every scar and shaking shoulder
Gets to show up late
You are not a broken story
You are not a test to prove
You’re a miracle in motion
And I carry all of you
[Verse 2]
He jokes too loudly
Talking over friends
Keeps his eyes busy
On his phone again
But I see the spinning
Of a restless mind
How he’s always bracing
For the hit this time
[Chorus]
You don’t have to earn your place here
You don’t have to stand up straight
Every scar and shaking shoulder
Gets to show up late
You are not a broken story
You are not a test to prove
You’re a miracle in motion
And I carry all of you
[Bridge]
Some hurts you can circle
On a doctor’s page
Some stay buried
Deep beneath the name
But a heart is a heart
In a bruised-up chest
If you’re breathing in
You belong with the rest (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
You don’t have to earn your place here
You don’t have to stand up straight
Every wound and every wonder
Gets to show up late
You are not a broken story
You are not a test to prove
You’re a miracle in motion
And I carry all of you
[Outro]
Come sit closer
Bring your heavy truth
We’ll make a wide table
Big enough for you
Details
GeneratedMar 28, 2026
Duration3:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
Warm Americana ballad with female vocals, brushed drums, upright bass, and fingerpicked acoustic guitar. Gentle organ pad under the verses, chorus blossoms with pedal steel swells and soft three-part harmonies. Tempo medium-slow, intimate storytelling that gradually widens into a communal, arms-around-each-other singalong by the final chorus., female vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5
Prompt
An American song with female vocals about seeing the worth, the validity, the value of people, despite their differences, their disabilities, their wounds, visible or otherwise.
