A Quiet Kind of Strong

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. She don't say much when the days get hard. Carries her heart like a deck of cards. Folded and worn, but never played. Still holds the line when others fade. She wakes at dawn, makes coffee slow. Feeds the quiet, lets the silence grow. No medals hang, no banners wave. But she's been strong every breath she gave. She's fire without the flame. She's fire with no name. You won't hear her coming on. But when the dark is deep, she's holding strong. No spotlight, no song. Just a quiet kind of strong. Hey. Mm. She laughs soft, keeps her dreams small. Knows the sound of wading through it all. A hand that heals, a back that bends. She breaks in pieces and still defends. There's no parade, no one takes note. But she's the hands that keep you afloat. Every tear she hides, every night alone, Built the spine that the world leans on. She's fire without the flame. She's thunder with no name. You won't hear her coming on. But when the dark is deep, she's holding strong. No spotlight, no song. Just a quiet kind of strong. Oh, yeah. Still strong, still here. Still holding on. Hey.