I turned my head to see the road I’d known, The hills so high, the nights left all alone. Fear whispered low, but I stood tall and clear, Each quiet step brought me to where I’m here. I didn’t know if I could make it through, But every day gave strength to hold the truth. The view is clear from start to where I stand, The whole wide story written in my hands. I fought and won, I lost and learned to grow, Held and let go, loved more than I could show. Every single moment brought me here to stay, To this quiet power, this peaceful, golden day. Every single moment brought me here to stay, To this quiet power, this peaceful, golden day. I see the little hands that hold my own, The walls that stand, the roof that keeps them home. The work that matters, love that never fades, The years that shaped me into who I’ve made. I didn’t know if I could make it through, But every day gave strength to hold the truth. The view is clear from start to where I stand, The whole wide story written in my hands. I fought and won, I lost and learned to grow, Held and let go, loved more than I could show. Every single moment brought me here to stay, To this quiet power, this peaceful, golden day. Every single moment brought me here to stay, To this quiet power, this peaceful, golden day.
