[Verse 1] The pine walls kept the secrets of that living room floor, Seventy-seventeen piano stories drifting out the door. I was lying there with my sister and my baby brother, in the way, Listening to the music that you never had to play. You said you were just a mama, doing all you knew, But the house was full of light because the prayers were coming true. From the rough-cut drafts to the words upon the page, You were building us a fortress against the coming age. [Chorus] I'm still standing, Mom, in the dirt where I fell, Counting all the stories that the wooden table could tell. You gave a kiss of grace to every wanderer who came, And you didn't have to preach to put the darkness to shame. I'm still standing, Mom, with your grit inside my bone, I'm a vessel for the kindness that your hand has always known. [Verse 2] I threw the bat down heavy, in the red clay of the South, Had the taste of quitting bitterness sitting in my mouth. You ran out to the home plate, knelt down in the dust, Put the fire in my spirit and the strength inside my trust. You looked me in the eyes and said, 'Son, can't never could,' And I've been running ever since, through the bad times and the good. Even when the world got cold, and the table had to go, I'm still anchored in the seeds that your hands started to sow. [Chorus] I'm still standing, Mom, in the dirt where I fell, Counting all the stories that the wooden table could tell. You gave a kiss of grace to every wanderer who came, And you didn't have to preach to put the darkness to shame. I'm still standing, Mom, with your grit inside my bone, I'm a vessel for the kindness that your hand has always known. [Bridge] God's got a plan, you'd tell me, with a steady kind of smile, Even when the shadows stayed for more than just a while. A bruised eye can't dim the beacon, a cold wind can't blow it out, Your love is the silence that kills every single doubt. [Outro] I stand because of you, Mama. (A holy kiss of grace.) Yeah, I'm still standing. I love you, Sweetness.
