Ain’t Letting Go

We’ve walked through fire, hand in flame,

Cursed the sky, then loved the rain.

Broke some plates and broke down walls,

But we still answer when the other calls.

You said, “This love ain’t always clean,”

But it’s the realest thing I’ve ever seen.

We ain’t pretty, we ain’t smooth —

But we’re here, and that’s the proof.

We’ve been bruised, we’ve been bent,

Thrown sharp words we never meant.

But I’m still yours, and you’re still mine,

Even if we’re cracked by time.

You and me — we’ve got our lows,

But baby, I ain’t lettin’ go.

We got scars from old nights cold,

Dreams we chased that never hold.

Bills and burdens, chipped-up floors,

But we still dance behind closed doors.

You said, “Maybe we were built to fight,”

But somehow, we make it right.

We’ve been hell and we’ve been holy.

We’ve been silent, we’ve been lonely.

But somehow… we’re still side by side.

And that ain’t luck — that’s fight.

We’ve been bruised, we’ve been bent,

Thrown sharp words we never meant.

Still I hold on, and so do you,

A love that bleeds but pulls us through.

You and me — we’ve got our lows,

But baby, I ain’t lettin’ go.

So if the storm comes, let it blow...

I’m yours.

I ain’t lettin’ go.