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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I came home with the storm on me
Mud on my shoes, salt on my sleeve
The kettle clicked in the quiet room
But nobody touched the bruise
I set my keys by the cracked blue bowl
Stared at the chair at the table’s edge
There’s a whole world breaking in my chest
And I’m standing there, unheld
[Pre-Chorus]
When the walls come thin
And the glass all shivers
I reach for a hand
But the night won’t give me one
[Chorus]
I need a hand, I need a hand
When the ash falls down on me
I need a hand, I need a hand
To keep me on my feet
No one here, no one near
Just this ache I cannot name
I need a hand, I need a hand
When the ash falls down on me
[Verse 2]
I’ve got a coat for the rain outside
But none for the hurt that lives inside
No shoulder waiting at the door
No arms to pull me from the floor
I laugh too loud at the neighbor’s dog
Then cry alone over broken mugs
It’s a hard thing, loving all by yourself
When your heart comes apart in floods
[Pre-Chorus]
When the walls come thin
And the glass all shivers
I reach for a hand
But the night won’t give me one
[Chorus]
I need a hand, I need a hand
When the ash falls down on me
I need a hand, I need a hand
To keep me on my feet
No one here, no one near
Just this ache I cannot name
I need a hand, I need a hand
When the ash falls down on me
[Bridge]
If I could borrow a steadier soul
A little warmth, a little hold
I’d carry less of this heavy sky
I’d breathe again, I’d let it pass by
So come like a light through the half-closed door
Be the one I’m leaning for
I am not made of iron, love
I am only flesh and need
[Final Chorus]
I need a hand, I need a hand
When the ash falls down on me
I need a hand, I need a hand
To keep me on my feet
No one here, no one near
Just this ache I cannot name
I need a hand, I need a hand
When the ash falls down on me
Details
GeneratedAug 15, 2026
Duration4:23
LanguageEnglish
Style
Irish folk ballad with gentle 6/8 sway, fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft piano, harp arpeggios, and mournful tin whistle lines; verse stays intimate and sparse, pre-chorus widens with suspended chords and breathy buildup, chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a tender lift. Female vocals, close-mic and aching, with small doubles on the hook, a few whispered ad-libs, and a final chorus bloom. Ear candy: whistle replies between lines, harp gliss into the chorus, brushed swell under the bridge. Warm, woody, and rain-soaked mix., gentle, emotional, acoustic, harp, ballad, female vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A gentle Irish ballad, harp, tin whistle, piano, acoustic guitar-fingerpicked. Female vocals crooning about not having emotional/physical support when life explodes in my face. No partner but needing.
