Lyrics

Verse 1)
In the shadow of the mountains, under Grayson’s May sky,
A storm rolled in early, with a newborn’s first cry.
She came screaming at the darkness, a month too soon,
Weighin’ less than a bottle of whiskey, under a blood-red moon.
Doctors shook their heads, said, “She won’t last the night,”
But Arya Crays was born for a fight.

(Verse 2)
Her daddy Alex, a rough-cut man,
Lost his way in the dust, but he always stands.
Raised by a father who taught him to bleed,
To earn every lesson, to fight for every need.
He’d give you his last smoke, his last drop of water,
Now he’s praying for a miracle for his tiny daughter.

(Chorus)
Arya, little outlaw, screaming at the sky,
Defying every doctor, every tear they cried.
With a warrior’s name and a fire in her soul,
She’s hell-bent on living, and she’s taking control.
From the edge of goodbye, to the light of the dawn,
Arya’s war cry keeps rolling on.

(Verse 3)
Chelsea’s heart broke open, fear in her hands,
A young mother praying, trying to understand.
Her baby girl yellow, too fragile to weep,
Fighting for breath, for a promise to keep.
Grandma Melissa, Grandpa Doc on their knees,
Sofia her big sister, whisperin’ “please.”

(Bridge)
They gathered from Georgia, from Kentucky’s green hills,
A family of fighters, with unbreakable wills.
Every setback, every warning, every cold goodbye,
Arya just stared death down with fire in her eyes.

(Chorus)
Arya, little outlaw, screaming at the sky,
Defying every doctor, every tear they cried.
With a warrior’s name and a fire in her soul,
She’s hell-bent on living, and she’s taking control.
From the edge of goodbye, to the light of the dawn,
Arya’s war cry keeps rolling on.

(Breakdown)
She’s breathing on her own now, gaining her ground,
From less than two pounds to a thunderin’ sound.
She’s a miracle in motion, a legend begun,
With the heart of a fighter and the soul of a gun.

(Final Chorus)
Arya, little outlaw, you’re proof the strong survive,
You taught us all to fight, to hope, to stay alive.
With God on your shoulder, your family in your hands,
You showed the world a warrior can rise from the sand.
From the edge of goodbye, to the light of the dawn,
Arya’s war cry keeps rolling on.

(Outro)
So here’s to the fighters, the lost and the found,
To the Crays in Grayson, and a girl glory-bound.
Arya, little outlaw, you’re the song in our bones—
Your war cry’s a legend, and you’re coming home.