[Verse 1] Sunday visits, sugar cookies on the tray, Sprinkled with my silence, just to buy a day. I hold my tears behind a smile, painted just for show, While little hands cling to my skirt, afraid to let me go. [Chorus] I’m a willow in a hurricane, bendin’ just to stay, Roots dug deep in sacred ground where love’s just thrown away. If I break, they’ll take my saplings, plant ‘em far from view, So I’ll sway and whisper lullabies… What’s a grandma to do? Verse 2 She’s got a lawyer’s tongue and a heart of frozen steel, Uses babies like a weapon, and I am brought to kneel. I bite my tongue ‘til it bleeds, wear my scars like lace, because every “yes, ma’am” buys another moment’s sweet embrace. [Chorus] I’m a willow in a hurricane, bendin’ just to stay, Roots dug deep in sacred ground where love’s been thrown away. If I break, they’ll take my saplings, plant ‘em far from view, So I’ll sway and whisper lullabies… What’s a grandma to do? [Bridge] These arms were made for shelter, not for beggin’ at her door, But I’d walk through hellfire just to see ‘em one day more. And when it's time to go back home, I wonder why I came, But I’ll be her ragdoll, frayed and frail, if it means they’ll know my name. [Outro] I’ll keep dancin’ in her tempest ‘til my branches finally break, Pray the Lord my saplings grow where the sun don’t twist with hate. For love’s the only seed I’ve got left in this bitter dew… Oh, what’s a broken willow worth? What's a grandma to do?