Verse 1

Across the miles, you found a place to call your own,

A house with tired rooms, a yard grown wild and overgrown.

You rolled your sleeves and started where the hardest work began,

With every board and painted wall, I see the strength you have.

Pre-Chorus

I know the days have asked so much,

Still you keep showing up.

Chorus

You can do this, step by step,

Every room will breathe again.

I am proud of all you’ve done,

Of the work beneath the sun.

When the road feels long and steep,

Hold on to the home you’re making.

You will find your way through—

I believe in you.