Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He met her by the willow gate
A prince with dirt on his knees
She wore a crown like morning fire
And spoke to him with ease
He gave her pears from orchard rows
She laughed and stole his name
In the hush behind the garden wall
They burned like candle flame
[Pre-Chorus]
Then winter folded in her cloak
And blood ran thin as snow
She held his hand beneath the moon
And said there’s one you’ll know
[Chorus]
I kept the child
I kept the light
She left our house
I held her tight
No regrets
No regrets
I loved her well
I held her tight (held her tight)
[Verse 2]
A daughter with her mother’s eyes
And his small stubborn chin
He wrapped her in the wolfskin shawl
When nights grew mean and grim
He learned to braid her midnight hair
To sing when fever came
He carved her toys from fallen ash
And kissed away her shame
[Pre-Chorus]
The castle drums forgot their son
The tower shut its gate
But in his chest a lantern stayed
To warm the broken fate
[Chorus]
I kept the child
I kept the light
She left our house
I held her tight
No regrets
No regrets
I loved her well
I held her tight (held her tight)
[Bridge]
Years rolled by like river stone
The girl became the dawn
She asked him why her mother fled
He said, “We keep on”
He showed her gardens after frost
The names of birds in flight
And when she slept beside his heart
The dark could not bite
[Chorus]
I kept the child
I kept the light
She left our house
I held her tight
No regrets
No regrets
I loved her well
I held her tight (held her tight)
[Outro]
If love is a wound, then let it bloom
If grief is a door, let it stay
I raised my girl with open hands
And that was my way
No regrets
No regrets
No regrets (no regrets)
Style
folk-emo with fingerpicked acoustic guitarbrushed kickand steady cymbal swells; verse stays intimate and sparepre-chorus opens with low cello and suspended harmonieschorus lifts into full strummed guitars and close harmony doubles. male vocals with breathy leadoctave doubles on key linessoft gang vocals on the hookand a few delayed ad-libs. ear candy includes a creaking cradle motifwind-chime glints between linesand a final lift with bowed strings. warmrawand cinematic yet close-micfolkemo
Prompt
Male, folk, emo.
The fantasy story of a boy. Who loved a princess. She bore their child and abandoned them. He took the baby girl and raised her preciously. Love and care he raised her No regrets
Credits
Prompt by
Artemis15
Artemis15GeneratedMay 4, 2026
ModelAria v5.5