The Life I Used to Know

Wiley Coyote Audio Production

Christina Marie

Wiley Coyote Audio Production

Female singer songwriter

“The Life I Built”

(Singer-Songwriter / Acoustic — from Chris’s POV)

(Verse 1)
I was just a girl with a hopeful heart,
Didn’t know where love would lead.
We built a life slow, then all at once,
Four little souls depending on me.
Late nights and laughter, toys on the floor,
A home full of noise and grace.
I thought forever meant growing old,
Side by side in the same safe place.

(Pre-Chorus)
But time has a way of slipping through
The fingers you swear are strong…
I held on tight as long as I could,
Until the day he was gone.

(Chorus)
And I broke like a window
In the first hard winter storm.
Nothing felt familiar,
Not the house, the bed, the dawn.
I was left with four young faces
Searching mine to see what’s true—
A mother’s strength, a widow’s ache,
Learning how to live anew.

(Verse 2)
Twenty-nine years of being “us,”
Of knowing what his smile meant.
Coffee cups, old Sunday drives,
Everyday love that paid the rent.
I never knew silence could feel so loud,
Or how long the nights could be.
I prayed for peace, for breath, for sleep…
For the girl I used to be.

(Pre-Chorus)
But grief is a teacher, slow and cold,
Still I followed where it led…
Trying to keep on living
In the shadow of the dead.

(Chorus)
And I broke like a promise
No one ever meant to leave.
Trying to raise four children
With a heart too weak to breathe.
But their laughter pulled me forward,
And their tears became my truth—
That love lives on in tiny hands
And in the memories they grew.

(Bridge)
I never wanted to walk this path,
To learn how strong I’d have to be.
But life can be cruel, then beautiful—
And somewhere inside, I’m finding me.
He’ll always be a part of us,
In every choice, in every day…
But I’m learning that the heart can heal
In its own imperfect way.

(Final Chorus)
I broke, but I’m still standing,
And I’m softer than before.
I’ve carried pain and carried love,
And I’ll keep carrying more.
For the children that he gave me,
And the life he helped me start…
A widow’s strength, a mother’s grace,
And a slowly mending heart.

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“The Life I Built” (Singer-Songwriter / Acoustic — from Chris’s POV) (Verse 1) I was just a girl with a hopeful heart, Didn’t know where love would lead. We built a life slow, then all at once, Four little souls depending on me. Late nights and laughter, toys on the floor, A home full of noise and grace. I thought forever meant growing old, Side by side in the same safe place. (Pre-Chorus) But time has a way of slipping through The fingers you swear are strong… I held on tight as long as I could, Until the day he was gone. (Chorus) And I broke like a window In the first hard winter storm. Nothing felt familiar, Not the house, the bed, the dawn. I was left with four young faces Searching mine to see what’s true— A mother’s strength, a widow’s ache, Learning how to live anew. (Verse 2) Twenty-nine years of being “us,” Of knowing what his smile meant. Coffee cups, old Sunday drives, Everyday love that paid the rent. I never knew silence could feel so loud, Or how long the nights could be. I prayed for peace, for breath, for sleep… For the girl I used to be. (Pre-Chorus) But grief is a teacher, slow and cold, Still I followed where it led… Trying to keep on living In the shadow of the dead. (Chorus) And I broke like a promise No one ever meant to leave. Trying to raise four children With a heart too weak to breathe. But their laughter pulled me forward, And their tears became my truth— That love lives on in tiny hands And in the memories they grew. (Bridge) I never wanted to walk this path, To learn how strong I’d have to be. But life can be cruel, then beautiful— And somewhere inside, I’m finding me. He’ll always be a part of us, In every choice, in every day… But I’m learning that the heart can heal In its own imperfect way. (Final Chorus) I broke, but I’m still standing, And I’m softer than before. I’ve carried pain and carried love, And I’ll keep carrying more. For the children that he gave me, And the life he helped me start… A widow’s strength, a mother’s grace, And a slowly mending heart.

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