Family & Legacy
The Fire You Gave Me
A family legacy track about inheritance, courage, and the emotional gifts that keep burning.
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He drove a yellow bus through a mountain town Early mornings, sun going down Same words every time we’d sit to eat These kids deserve more than a padded seat He knew every curve, every risky mile Every fear hidden in a parent’s smile Luck’s not a plan, hope’s not enough You buckle what matters when the road gets rough He talked seatbelts till we lost our minds Same fire every single time We’d roll our eyes, say here he goes But love doesn’t quit, it overflows He said if I’m wrong, I’ll answer someday But if I’m right, they all get home safe You lit the fire and handed it to me Said protect them all, don’t ask permission I took your voice, your restless belief And turned it into my own conviction Yeah, you drove us crazy, now I see That fire was always meant for me One day straps clicked row by row Because one man wouldn’t let it go No headlines, no victory parade Just safer kids at the end of the day That’s how protection usually stands Quiet proof of stubborn hands I took that fire to a different fight Same heart, same reason why I said the word they whispered low Cannabis heals and I won’t let go I watched it help when nothing would Kids found sleep, found strength, found good I stood my ground when rooms went cold Just like you, I wouldn’t fold You understood before I spoke Saw past the fear, past what they’re told You said if it helps them, stand your ground I trust you, don’t back down When you were hurting, I knew what could help But love got tangled with fear itself I carry that ache, I always will Wanting to heal and standing still I know now what you couldn’t quit It wasn’t noise, it was covenant A line you draw when lives are at stake Between staying quiet and doing what’s right You lit the fire and handed it to me Said protect them all, don’t ask permission From seatbelts tight to cannabis Same heart, same kind of conviction I’m still standing where you taught me to stand Loud for the kids, loud for the hurt I’m still talking just like you Carrying the fire you lit on purpose The belts still click The plant still heals And I won’t go quiet Because neither did you
Behind the story
Why this song exists
“The Fire You Gave Me” exists because I finally understood something about my dad that used to drive all of us crazy. When he believed something mattered, he would not let it go. For him, it was seatbelts on school buses. He talked about it constantly. Every conversation seemed to circle back to it. At the time, it felt like obsession. Years later, I recognized the same thing in myself. My issue became cannabis. I watched children like Charlotte Figi force the country to look differently at what this plant could do. I believed a child would lead the way, and once I became convinced people were being helped, I could not stay quiet. I became every bit as stubborn as my dad. I kept talking when people were tired of hearing it. I kept pushing when rooms got uncomfortable. I kept showing up because I believed the stakes were too important to walk away. Eventually, I realized that what I had once seen in my father as obsession was actually one of the greatest things he gave me. Conviction. The willingness to stand your ground when you believe people can be safer, healthier or better protected. His fight was seatbelts. Mine became cannabis. Different cause. Same fire. “The Fire You Gave Me” is my thank-you to my dad for passing that fire down to me. I’m proud I inherited it. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
- Collection
- Dad Legacy Collection
- Mood
- Grateful, strong, emotional
- Audience
- Families turning gratitude, grit, lessons, and love into a lasting song
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