[Verse 1]
You were born right on the border where the lion meets the field,
With a roar you never softened and a will that wouldn't yield.
You were handed half the summer and the harvest in your hands,
You say it like it is and trust the rest to understand.
Tina, when you open up your mouth the whole room goes still,
'Cause the truth comes out of you like water rushing down a hill.
You grew up fast and serious, you carried more than most,
You'd rather be the honest one than be the gracious host.

[Pre-Chorus]
Some people want it sweeter, want the edges sanded down,
But you were made to say it plainly and to stand your ground.

[Chorus]
Tina, you've got a lion's voice and a builder's steady hands,
You say what others swallow and you build what no one plans.
You're the fire at the border where the summer turns to gold,
And the truth you never sweetened is the truest thing you hold.
Let them call you too direct, too much, too fierce, too loud,
You were born to be the clear voice in a careful, quiet crowd.

[Verse 2]
You've told a friend the thing they needed, then watched them walk away,
Lost a seat at someone's table for the words you had to say.
They called you cold, but you were caring in the only way you know,
You'd rather hurt them with the truth than watch them suffer for the show.
And still you work like there's a debt you never can repay,
Like you only earn your place by what you carry every day.
Your hands are always busy and your heart is always on,
And you never ask who fills you up when everything is gone.

[Pre-Chorus]
So let me give it to you straight, the way you'd say it too:
You were enough before you ever did a thing they asked of you.

[Chorus]
Tina, you've got a lion's voice and a builder's steady hands,
You say what others swallow and you build what no one plans.
You're the fire at the border where the summer turns to gold,
And the truth you never sweetened is the truest thing you hold.
Let them call you too direct, too much, too fierce, too loud,
You were born to be the clear voice in a careful, quiet crowd.

[Verse 3]
You love like home-cooked dinners and a porch light left on late,
You remember every birthday, every wound, and every date.
But crowd you just a little and you're halfway out the door,
You want a hand to hold and room to roam — you want them both, and more.
You need a love that's honest, one that doesn't flinch or fold,
Someone who can take your fire and still stay when nights are cold.
Tina, you don't need a gentle one who's scared of what you say,
You need someone with a backbone who can meet you there and stay.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every flame needs walls around it and a sky above to breathe,
And the one who's meant for you will give you both and never leave.

[Chorus]
Tina, you've got a lion's voice and a builder's steady hands,
You say what others swallow and you build what no one plans.
You're the fire at the border where the summer turns to gold,
And the truth you never sweetened is the truest thing you hold.
Let them call you too direct, too much, too fierce, too loud,
You were born to be the clear voice in a careful, quiet crowd.

[Verse 4]
You were made to be the voice that says what no one else would dare,
In the rooms where people break and need someone to name what's there.
When the ground goes out from under them, it's you they want to call,
'Cause you won't dress it up for them — you'll catch them when they fall.
The years have made you steady and they've made your words land true,
And the strange, original thing in you is what they're coming to.
Your story's not a lecture, it's a lantern someone needs,
And your honesty's a harvest that was always full of seeds.

[Pre-Chorus]
How many lives got clearer 'cause you didn't look away?
How many found their footing on the hard things you would say?

[Chorus]
Tina, you've got a lion's voice and a builder's steady hands,
You say what others swallow and you build what no one plans.
You're the fire at the border where the summer turns to gold,
And the truth you never sweetened is the truest thing you hold.
Let them call you too direct, too much, too fierce, too loud,
You were born to be the clear voice in a careful, quiet crowd.

[Bridge]
There's a fire moon rising and it lights the road ahead,
Revealing all the courage in the honest life you've led.
What's coming is a deeper kind of brave than you have known,
Letting someone hold you up instead of standing all alone.
Tina, every wall you built is turning into solid ground,
And the voice they tried to quiet is the one that turns things round.
You'll let the shallow things fall off and keep what's built to stay,
The harvest of your honesty is ripening today.

[Outro]
So keep on saying what you mean and never sand it down,
Tina, you were born between the wheat field and the lion's crown.
The world got something rare the night you came in on the line:
A heart that tells the truth, and tells it every single time.