[Verse 1]
In a velvet hush, where the tall grass bends,
She moves like petals in a hurricane’s defense.
Pink hues fade where her courage begins,
A symphony of silence, but the fiercest of friends.

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the world’s a cage, but she’s got the key—
Featherlight touch, yet she tames the sea.

[Chorus]
Gentle heart, wildfire soul,
A quiet storm in a fragile mold.
Eyes like dawn, she’s soft but she’s whole—
Butterfly wings stir a hurricane’s toll.
(Oh-oh-oh, she’s thunder in pastels!)

[Verse 2]
She speaks in sunbeams to the shadows below,
Calms the fangs and claws with a tempo so slow.
Turquoise tears mend the fractures of fear,
A lion’s pride kneels when her spirit comes near.

[Pre-Chorus]
They say “break the rules,” but she rewrites the script—
A lullaby roar where the wild’s equipped.

[Chorus]
Gentle heart, wildfire soul,
A quiet storm in a fragile mold.
Eyes like dawn, she’s soft but she’s whole—
Butterfly wings stir a hurricane’s toll.
(Oh-oh-oh, she’s thunder in pastels!)

[Bridge]
Don’t mistake her grace for frailty’s disguise,
The meek inherit earth when they’re armored in skies.
A crown of starlight, no empire to own—
Her kingdom’s alive where the seeds are sown.

[epic saxophone solo]

[Chorus]
Gentle heart, wildfire soul,
A quiet storm in a fragile mold.
Eyes like dawn, she’s soft but she’s whole—
Butterfly wings stir a hurricane’s toll.

[Outro]
(Oh-oh-oh…)
She’s a paradox framed in twilight’s embrace,
A velvet revolution, a symphony of grace.
(Oh-oh-oh…)
The quietest flame burns the brightest, they’ll know—
Gentle heart, wildfire soul.

[Final Chorus]
Gentle heart, wildfire soul,
(wildfire soul,)
A quiet storm in a fragile mold.
(in a fragile mold.)
Eyes like dawn, she’s soft but she’s whole—
(but she’s whole—)
Butterfly wings stir a hurricane’s toll.
(a hurricane’s toll.)
(Oh-oh-oh, she’s thunder in pastels!)

(Oh-oh-oh, she’s thunder in pastels!)

[Chorus]
Gentle heart, wildfire soul,
A quiet storm in a fragile mold.
Eyes like dawn, she’s soft but she’s whole—
Butterfly wings stir a hurricane’s toll.

[Outro]
(Oh-oh-oh…)
She’s a paradox framed in twilight’s embrace,
A velvet revolution, a symphony of grace.
(Oh-oh-oh…)
The quietest flame burns the brightest, they’ll know—
Gentle heart, wildfire soul.

[Final Chorus]
Gentle heart, wildfire soul,
(wildfire soul,)
A quiet storm in a fragile mold.
(in a fragile mold.)
Eyes like dawn, she’s soft but she’s whole—
(but she’s whole—)
Butterfly wings stir a hurricane’s toll.
(a hurricane’s toll.)
(Oh-oh-oh, she’s thunder in pastels!)

(Oh-oh-oh, she’s thunder in pastels!)

Lullaby Roar (Fluttershy Song - MLP)

Retro Bird AI