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Lyrics
I’ve carried people farther than they knew,
Held up houses, hearts, and promises too.
I’ve been the one who stayed when others ran,
The steady voice, the helping hand.
I’ve loved hard enough to leave a mark,
Walked with people through the light and dark.
Some remembered me, some let me fade,
But God still knows every road I made.
Chorus
I’m still here, still becoming,
Still believing something good is coming.
I’ve bent, I’ve bruised, I’ve lost, I’ve grown,
And somehow made the wilderness home.
I’m not finished, I’m not through,
There’s still so much I’m called to do.
With gratitude for where I’ve been,
I rise, I laugh, I start again.
I’ve watched the numbers, fought the scale,
Learned that progress doesn’t always tell
Its story in a pound or two—
Sometimes smaller clothes tell you the truth.
Stronger and stronger, changing within,
Becoming the woman I’ve always been.
Weights in my hands, prayer in my chest,
Learning that recovery counts as progress.
There’s a woman named Diane who knows my soul,
Thirty-five years and a thousand roads.
We’ve changed our names for what we are,
But never changed how deep the roots are.
And four-legged babies rule my land,
One destroys everything she possibly can.
Magic commits another crime,
Then wags her tail like, “Mom, we’re fine.”
Chorus
I’m still here, still becoming,
Still believing something good is coming.
I’ve bent, I’ve bruised, I’ve lost, I’ve grown,
And somehow made the wilderness home.
I’m not finished, I’m not through,
There’s still so much I’m called to do.
With gratitude for where I’ve been,
I rise, I laugh, I start again.
I’ve built a life through open doors,
Carried more than anyone knows.
Led with heart through every call,
And found God’s hand through it all.
And when tomorrow starts getting loud,
When lonely thoughts become a crowd,
I hear the words that pull me through:
Today has enough for you.
So I’ll care for what is mine today,
Let tomorrow find its own way.
I’ll love the people God lets stay,
And stop chasing those who walk away.
Final Chorus
I’m still here, still becoming,
Still laughing while the tears are coming.
Still building something from the scars,
Still looking up and thanking God.
I’ve got miles to go and things to see,
A stronger body, a freer me.
I don’t know exactly where this ends—
But I know who I am when I begin again.
Still here.
Still becoming.
Still loved.
Still laughing.
Still building.
Still believing.
Details
GeneratedSep 4, 2026
Duration4:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
blues rock + southern soul+ gospel — blues in the verses, a rock backbone, and a chorus that lifts like gospel.
Credits
Prompt byEternalLegend834
ModelAria v5.5
