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[Verse 1] It’s been a long road, mop in my hand, Cleaning houses I’ll never understand. But every scrub and every shine, Was a step to build this dream of mine. There were nights when the heat wouldn’t stay, Bills stacked high, dreams tucked away. But I told myself, “You’ll get through this fight, Just hold on tight, one word at a time.” --- [Chorus] And in a way, those hard times made me remember, How the coldest storms bring flowers in December. Would they ever know how far I’ve come? From empty pockets to stories unsung. Now the world reads my name, and I feel tender, Looking back at those dreams in December. --- [Verse 2] Thumbed through pages by the candle’s glow, Writing a life they’d never know. Scraped and saved, but it never seemed enough, Yet every “no” just made me tough. Watched my baby girl sleep so tight, She gave me strength on the darkest nights. And though the weight was heavy to bear, Hope found a home in the words I’d share. --- [Chorus] And in a way, those hard times made me remember, How the coldest storms bring flowers in December. Would they ever know how far I’ve come? From empty pockets to stories unsung. Now the world reads my name, and I feel tender, Looking back at those dreams in December. --- [Bridge] So here’s to the ones who’ve felt the strain, Who’ve walked through the fire, endured the rain. Keep your dreams close, hold them tight, ‘Cause every dark road leads to the light. --- [Outro] And in a way, those hard times made me remember, How the coldest storms bring flowers in December. Now my story’s told, and my heart feels free, From scrubbing floors to being me. Yes, the world reads my name, and I feel tender, Grateful for those dreams in December.