Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She trades her stripes for a paint-stained tee,
Fingers tracing dreams in grain and tree.
From jets in the sky to art on the wall,
Serving her brothers and sisters still calls.

[Verse 2]
Her studio hums like a distant song,
Oak and canvas where her heart belongs.
With every brushstroke and every hue,
She sketches the stories of the brave and true.

[Chorus]
Sketch and salute, a tribute in her hands,
Honoring heroes across these lands.
From barracks walls to a mother’s room,
Her art shines bright like a badge of true bloom.

[Verse 3]
Once an officer standing tall and proud,
Now a veteran painting for the crowd.
Her rank may rest, but her mission fuels,
Custom plaques and pieces like timeless jewels.

[Verse 4]
Each branch she honors, their colors unfurled,
From sea to shore, in her small-town world.
Families gather, a tear in their eye,
As her art immortalizes their ties.

[Chorus]
Sketch and salute, a tribute in her hands,
Honoring heroes across these lands.
From barracks walls to a mother’s room,
Her art shines bright like a badge of true bloom.