Lyrics

In the forest of hearts, where the wildflowers bloom,
There stands my dear Liv, a beacon, a loom.
With threads spun from laughter, compassion, and grace,
She weaves a rich tapestry, brightening the place.
A mother, a healer, with hands soft yet strong,
In her embrace, even shadows feel they belong.
With a whisper of kindness, she mends with her touch,
Her spirit a balm, it’s the warmth that we clutch.
A bad ass in essence, fierce winds in her soul,
She dances through storms, while keeping us whole.
Her laughter like thunder, a spark in our night,
With every bold step, she ignites the twilight.
A seer of visions, she feels the earth's beat,
The pulse of the wild, where wild spirits meet.
In the rustle of leaves, in the call of the owl,
She listens to secrets, nature’s soft growl.
A mentor, a giver, with wisdom to share,
She lifts up the weary, holds tender the bare.
Through trials and triumphs, she stands by our side,
A loyal companion, our joy and our pride.
In moments of stillness, she teaches us grace,
With a heart wide and open, she sings to the space.
A lover of life, in its shadows and light,
She beckons the dawn, turns the dark into bright.
So here’s to my Liv, fierce in all she imparts,
With a soul like the sun, and the wild in her heart.
To the mother, the healer, the friend ever true,
In the story of life, I’m forever with you.