[0:05]She don't chase, she cultivates. She don't beg for love, she becomes it.
[0:16]You can plant purpose in her soil and watch it grow into peace. She rise before the sun. She whispers to the wind. Lord, breathe on my house again. Her hands so seasoned patience, her lips speak life not hatred. Her heart is a garden fenced by grace. Every man can see the light in her face. But not every man's allowed in that space, because she guards her soul like sacred space. Nah, she ain't a trophy. She's sturdy. If you can't weather her storms, you can't taste her rain. She ain't hard, she's holy. Her soil ain't cheap, it's chosen.
[1:10]She don't, she's that Proverbs 31 kind of beauty and backbone and wine. You can plant vision in her ground and it'll rise, kingdom bound. She don't wither, she don't fold. Everything she touches turns to gold. She's good soil, pure and bold. A woman worth her weight in soul.
[1:44]She speaks in harvest, not half truths. Her love don't need proof, it bears fruit. Her love Florece con fe, no con fama. Sus raíces gracia, su corona es calma.
[1:59]She blooms with faith not fame. Her root is grace, her crown is calm. She ain't waiting to be chosen. She's already called. Built from breath and backbone. Dripping in destiny, clothed in praise. A queen in the making. An altar in motion. A river that runs with devotion.
[2:29]She don't, she's that Proverbs 31 kind of beauty and backbone and wine. You can plant purpose in her ground and watch heaven bloom all around. She don't wither, she don't fold. Everything she touches turns to gold. She's good soil, pure and whole. A woman worth her weight in soul. She don't chase, she cultivates. She don't compete, she completes. You can plan in her and expect eternity to grow.
