

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – Soft keys, faint gospel organ, cicadas in the background] Mmm… You ever meet someone… Who feel like Sunday mornin’, Like the front porch after a storm, Like hush puppies and healing in the same bite? Yeah… That’s her. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Gentle piano, slow storytelling delivery] She don’t need no crown to be queen, Don’t need a mansion to feel like a dream. She walks into a room, and time sits still, Like the Lord Himself said, “Peace, be real.” She got that voice that melts my rage, Eyes that read me like a scripture page. She don’t yell to lead, don’t chase to prove— She just stands… and the world makes room. ⸻ [Chorus – Gospel harmony builds in, soft horns enter] They call her strong, they call her fine, They call her fierce, with a heart divine. But me? I call her shelter, soul, and stone— I call her light… I call her home. She don’t just hold my name in her mouth, She holds my future, my fears, my South. She ain’t just woman—she’s my own. So when I speak of heaven… I call her home. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Now more intimate, like whispered truth in the dark] When I’m lost, she don’t ask me to talk, She just lays her hand on my chest like a cross. When I’m tired, she don’t fix or fight— She hums low… and brings back light. She ain’t just love. She’s alignment. She’s soul food served with assignment. She don’t just listen—she understands, And somehow always knows… when I need her hands. ⸻ [Chorus – Bigger, more soul, choir behind the hook] They call her beauty, they call her fire, They call her muse, they call her choir. But me? I call her rhythm, grace, and throne— I call her truth… I call her home. She ain’t a stop on my journey’s road, She’s the place where my spirit unloads. She ain’t just love—she’s my cornerstone. So when I pray at night… I call her home. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken, tear-choked, eyes closed] I’ve slept in houses. I’ve walked through cities. But I’ve never felt home ‘til she looked at me… And saw everything. ⸻ [Final Chorus – All voices together, acoustic strum joins the piano] Call her strength, call her shine, Call her moon in a Delta night. But me? I call her haven, soul, and psalm— She’s the calm in my storm, the hush in my song. She’s where I end and where I begin, She’s the answer that feels like skin. I don’t just love her in flesh and bone… I call her peace. I call her grace. I call her… Home. ⸻ [Outro – Solo piano, her laugh fades into the wind] And if I ever get lost again… I’ll find my way back… By callin’ her name.
Tags
A southern man with soul, New Orleans, jazz, R&B Soul
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5/20/2025