🎼 Full Lyrics & Structure Tempo: 72 BPM | Vibe: Weary, honest, unbroken — not triumphant-loud, but quiet-strong. Like standing tall after the storm has passed. [Verse 1] (soft, breathy, guitar picking slow — voice close, worn but steady) The wind has blown hard against my door Bent the frame, left cracks in the floor I’ve been knocked down more times than I count Knees on the gravel, face to the ground They said I’d break, said I’d fold away That the weight would crush me one day My skin bears marks where the blows fell deep My eyes have seen too little sleep But when the dust settles and the noise dies down I lift my head up, still around [Pre-Chorus] (cello enters deep, resolute, steady pulse) Bruised, yes — and scarred inside But my spine’s not broken, my hope hasn’t died I’ve bent like the willow in the gale’s long blow But I never knelt to the things that I know [Chorus] (rising, heartfelt — raw, quiet strength, no shouting) I am bruised but unbowed, worn but still whole Bent by the wind but I’ve kept my soul Scars on my hands, scars on my heart Proof that I fought and I wouldn’t depart I don’t stand proud, I don’t stand tall But I stand still — and that’s all Bruised but unbowed — I’m still here, after all [Verse 2] Some battles leave no mark on the skin Just quiet weariness deep within Days when the light feels hard to find When the will to keep going is all I can find I’ve stumbled hard, I’ve made my mistakes I’ve carried the weight of the choices I’ve made But I never let bitterness take the throne Never let the darkness turn me to stone I’ve been humbled low, I’ve been cut deep But I never surrendered, never lost keep [Pre-Chorus] Bruised, yes — and scarred inside But my spirit’s not broken, my hope hasn’t died I’ve bent like the willow in the gale’s long blow But I never bowed to the things I know [Chorus] (slightly fuller, voice firmer but still gentle — conviction not volume) I am bruised but unbowed, worn but still whole Bent by the wind but I’ve kept my soul Scars on my hands, scars on my heart Proof that I fought and I wouldn’t depart I don’t stand proud, I don’t stand tall But I stand still — and that’s all Bruised but unbowed — I’m still here, after all [Bridge] (softest, almost whispered — cello swells tender, warm, affirming) Strength isn’t never falling down It’s rising up when the ground pulls you down It’s not the iron that never bends It’s the heart that heals and begins again Every bruise is a story, every scar is a line Of how I kept going when I nearly ran dry Not unbroken — but unbowed Not perfect — but still proud In the quiet way, in the gentle truth That I’m still standing, and I’m still proof… [Outro] (fading, guitar softens, cello holds one warm steady note) Bruised… but unbowed… Worn… but still whole… Still here… still standing… Still me… still soul… (fades slowly into quiet)
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