[Verse 1] I sang through empty pockets, I sang through broken bones. I sang when there was no one left To hear these worn-out tones. Some folks count their blessings, Some count what they've lost. Me, I count the miles I've walked... And every bridge I've crossed. [Pre-Chorus] Every thread they ever spun, Pulled me where I stand. I fought the knots... But now I understand. [Chorus] I owe the Norns a song, For every right and every wrong. Every road that broke my heart... Still brought me where I belong. I owe the Norns a song, For the nights that felt too long. If they wrote this life for me... Then this is my thank-you song. [Verse 2] They gave me love, They gave me grief, They gave me winters cold. They took away my easy road... And gave me something bold. Now these old strings keep ringing, Like they always knew they would. Funny how the hardest life... Can end up sounding good. [Pre-Chorus] Looking back, I finally see... Mercy wasn't giving less... It was making more of me. [Chorus] I owe the Norns a song, For every scar I've carried on. Every tear became a verse... Every loss became a song. I owe the Norns a song, For the weak they've made so strong. They never promised easy days... They just helped me carry on. [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] So spin your thread... I'll play mine. Meet me where The worlds align. If this is all I'm meant to leave... Then let these six old strings Speak for me. [Final Chorus] I owe the Norns a song, And I'll sing it all night long. Not because my road was easy... But because it made me strong. I owe the Norns a song, Till my voice is finally gone. When they cut my thread at last... They'll know I sang along. [Outro] Three sisters... One old guitar... One long road... One grateful heart...
