Every Time, It's You

I met you under spinnin' lights and a wood floor rhythm slow. Young and restless,

neither one of us knew what we didn't know. Just a moment

passin' quietly like so many do, but time was already leanin' in,

findin' me in you. Some things don't shout when they're born,

they grow their roots down deep. And every time, it's you through the calm and

the storms, through borrowed strength and worn-out prayers at 3:00 in the mornin'.

Every mile, every year, every trial we've walked through, every time,

it's you. We packed our lives and cardboard dreams and followed change