[Verse 1]
She learned to hold the reins before she learned to ask for help,
Kept every buckle polished, every burden to herself,
She walked out of a fire that no one else could see,
Two little girls beside her, and a faith that set her free,
The barn at dawn still calls her like a hymn she wrote alone,
And the smell of cedar shavings is the closest thing to home

[PreChorus]
She's built from more than what she survived,
There's a whole second story waiting inside

[Chorus]
Randi, you were forged in something fiercer than a fall,
The show pen's calling louder and it's calling for you all,
You carry grace and grit the way a good horse carries trust,
Randi, let the chapter close — the next one's not a maybe, it's a must

[Verse 2]
She gives the way a deep-rooted oak gives shade in the heat of day,
Her hands are always open but they're reaching every way,
Someone wants her small and still and grateful just to stay,
But she was never built for standing in a borrowed space,
She loves her daughters forward, shows them what a mother earns,
A saddle pad, a ribbon won, the lesson that she never unlearns

[PreChorus]
She's been the answer for everyone but one,
And that one is herself — and she's finally done

[Chorus]
Randi, every morning that you laced your boots and chose,
You were teaching those twin girls exactly how a woman grows,
You've been leading without credit, pouring out without refill,
Randi, the arena's wide and open and there's room to take the hill

[Verse 3]
The new moon's hanging quiet like a lantern someone lit,
A second series starting where the old one has to quit,
She knows whose voice to follow when the crossroads feel unclear,
The one that was there in the wreckage, the one that didn't disappear,
She'll tighten up the cinch strap, she'll let her daughters ride,
And the woman she's becoming won't be asking to step aside

[PreChorus]
She's not too much — she's never been too much,
She's exactly what her daughters need this much

[Chorus]
Randi, watch those girls lean into who their mama chose to be,
Hard work and holy mornings and a stubborn kind of free,
No more running the gate open just to let somebody through,
Randi, pick up both their reins and ride — this whole next life is you

[Bridge]
She's not the woman waiting on permission to begin,
She counts her blessings, counts her girls, and then she counts again,
The debt she owes herself is overdue and fully earned,
The second book starts here — with every single lesson she has learned

[Outro]
Randi, ride out toward the life that's always known your name,
Two little girls behind you — and they're learning how to claim the same