Heirs of Strength

(ahhhh) My grandmother stood

on a windswept dock

With nothing but a suitcase and an old brass lock

She worked the night shift,

built her own road

Carrying the weight

of a heavy load

And she told her daughter,

'Never bend your spine'

You are the timber,

you are the pine

There's a line that runs through our blood and bone

Three lifetimes of quiet power carved in stone

Passed down from the mother to the child she holds

The strongest story that has ever been told

(oh-oh-oh) My mother took that spark,

turned it to a flame

Went to the courthouse,

put respect on our name

Now she watches her own girl

look at the sky With that same unbreakable fire in her eye

And she tells her daughter,

'Never bend your spine'

You are the timber,

you are the pine

There's a line that runs through our blood and bone

Three lifetimes of quiet power carved in stone

Passed down from the mother to the child she holds

The strongest story that has ever been told

(yeah, yeah)

Three generations, one endless spark... (ahhhh)