Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Four kids in a two-room shotgun house
Hand-me-down shoes, hand-me-down doubts
Mama counting tips at the kitchen sink
Daddy chasing paychecks and a little drink
Little brother sleeping on the floor by the door
Two baby sisters sharing one drawer
We learned to make a feast out of rice and beans
Learned to laugh through the holes in our jeans
[Chorus]
Look at us now on the front porch after the storm
Scars on our hearts but our hearts stayed warm
We turned that hurt into homes full of light
Babies in our arms, holding our people tight
We came from crying in the dark to singing in the morn'
Look at us now on the front porch after the storm
[Verse 2]
There were nights when the shouting shook the walls
We'd hide in the closet, whispering to God
"Keep us together, get us through this night"
Promised each other we'd make it alright
Now my brother's got a ring on his hand
Two little boys in the back of his van
My sisters bake cakes for school parades
Their girls wear crowns made of paper and braids
[Chorus]
Look at us now on the front porch after the storm
Scars on our hearts but our hearts stayed warm
We turned that hurt into homes full of light
Babies in our arms, holding our people tight
We came from crying in the dark to singing in the morn'
Look at us now on the front porch after the storm
[Bridge]
We still flinch at a slammed screen door (sometimes)
Still count every blessing like we’re dirt-floor poor
But we tuck our kids in and mean every word
"When I say I love you, I’ll always be here" (always be here)
[Chorus]
Look at us now on the front porch after the storm
Scars on our hearts but our hearts stayed warm
We turned that hurt into homes full of light
Babies in our arms, holding our people tight
We came from crying in the dark to singing in the morn'
Look at us now on the front porch after the storm
Yeah, look at us now
On the front porch after the storm
Style
countrywarm modern country balladmale vocals. fingerpicked acoustic and gentle pedal steel in the verses; mid-tempo kick and brushed snare slide in for the chorus. fiddle swells and subtle organ pad lift the rise-above moments. bigfamily-singalong hook with stacked harmonies on the title line. final chorus drops to just guitar and voice on the first halfthen the band blooms in for a triumphant last refrain.
Prompt
A country song about my younger brother and two sisters going through poverty and trauma and rising above and we now have kids and great supportive spouses, male
Credits
Prompt by
AlphaImmortalis
AlphaImmortalisGeneratedMar 30, 2026
ModelAria v5
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