Tequila Pockets

Sippin’ slow, with a truth in her glass

A story of scars from the past she surpasses

Morning light breaks on a battered little home

Footsteps heavy, but she’s never alone

Mirror shows a warrior, eyes that refuse to fade

Lessons learned in silence, strength she’s beast made

Pool cue in her hand, she’s drawin’ her line

Tequila to forget, but her soul’s doin’ fine

Chain broken, her spirit’s free from the pain

Rising from ashes, she’s callin’ her name

Riding high on a river of tears she cried

Survivor at heart, with her head held high

Mapping her future, no more looking back

Her story’s written in tattoos and the whiskey’s track

Night falls, but her fire still burns bright

Every shot she takes, she’s battlin’ her night

Pool cue like a sword, she’s claimin’ her space

In her eyes, a fire no one can erase

With every lesson, she’s stronger than before

Glass shows her battles, but she’s wantin’ more

Standing tall, with her wounds turned into pride

A survivor’s spirit, she’s got nothin’ to hide

Riding high on a river of tears she cried

Survivor at heart, with her head held high

Mapping her future, no more looking back

Her story’s written in tattoos and the whiskey’s track

No more shadows, no more pain

She’s marching on through the rain

Every scar’s a lesson learned

From the ashes, she’s returned

So here’s to the woman who’s survived the past

With a tear and a tequila glass, she’s free at last

Her strength’s her story, her song to sing

A new dawn’s breakin’ with a hope to bring