Lyrics

[Verse]
Kylie's got her guitar strung up real tight,
Sitting on the porch with the golden sunlight.
Paper in her lap, pencil in her hand,
Lost in the rhythm of a one-girl band.

[Verse 2]
The school said write a song, make it your own,
Find the melody where your heart has grown.
She thinks of the hills where the wildflowers sway,
And sings of the stories from her hometown days.

[Chorus]
Kylie’s turning homework into something divine,
Writing her life in every line.
The birds and the wind, they hum along,
As she pours her soul into that song.

[Verse 3]
Her mama’s in the kitchen, humming through the screen,
Daddy’s on the tractor, cutting fields of green.
The world around her is music, pure and clear,
Every small moment whispers in her ear.

[Bridge]
That big old moon is rising slow,
The stars all gather, putting on a show.
Kylie's got a chorus, but it needs a rhyme,
So she leans on the night for a little more time.

[Verse 4]
She sings of rivers and the dusty roads,
The laughter in the barn as the creek overflows.
Her voice takes flight, strong and free,
Kylie’s song becomes her symphony.