Hands That Hold My William

[Verse 1]
Little boots by the front room door
Cartoons humming low at four
He lines his cars in a perfect row
In a world only he can know
You walk in quiet, say his name
Turn the hard parts into games
Dawn, you smile and take his hand
Like you've always had a plan
[Chorus]
So here's to the hearts that hold my William
When my arms can't reach that far
Here's to the calm in all his chaos
Rocking him under a thousand stars
Every laugh you pull from him
Is a prayer you help come true
God bless the ones who hold my William
When I can't do what you do
[Verse 2]
Long days under bright white lights
Paperwork and sleepless nights
Your whole staff standing by his side
Cheering every little stride
Tiffany, you don't back down
When the storms all circle ’round
You sit with him till they pass through
Like it's just what folks like you do
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You see more than a diagnosis
You see wonder, you see joy
You see a fighter, not a label
You see my boy, just my boy
[Chorus]

country, Gentle modern country ballad with male vocals, brushed drums, warm pedal steel, and piano. Intimate verses over simple acoustic guitar; chorus blooms with harmony stacks and organ pad. Storytelling front and center, subtle build into a heartfelt final chorus, then a soft acoustic outro., ballad