Verse 1

They called you Grom, with your hair piled high,

Black denim, iron rings, a storm in your eyes.

The hallway emptied when you came through the door,

But she stayed right there, small as a song.

Pre-Chorus

You looked down, waiting for her to turn,

She smiled like she had nothing to learn.

Chorus

Little one, you never trembled near me,

You took my hand where the whole world feared me.

I was all sharp edges, you were soft and brave,

And you found the open door I never gave.

Little one, when you lean into my side,

I don’t have to scare the world tonight.

Verse 2

You barely reached the buckle on my coat,