Verse 1

She played small rooms with a borrowed red guitar

A paper cup, a cracked amp, a midnight bar

Her boots were dusty from the county road

She sang for coins and carried her own load

Pre-Chorus

Then thunder found her underneath the floor

She kicked the lock and broke the quiet door

Chorus

Now she wears the crown of iron and flame

Every tower shakes when they call her name

From a backstreet tune to a battle cry

She lifts her voice and makes the mountains fly

No more waiting, no more small-town scars

She turned her wild heart into falling stars

Verse 2

A violin screamed beside the six-string roar