Genre: Pop
Tone: Hopeful, romantic
Perspective: Third person
Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
He stood on the edge of the crowded street,
Banners flying high, drums pounding to the beat.
Rain was falling, but she didn’t care,
Holding up a sign with flowers in her hair.
She shouted loud for oceans and trees,
For melting ice and disappearing bees.
He watched her like a moment in a song,
And something told him — she’d been right all along.
(Chorus)
He saw her at the climate march,
A fire in her eyes, a beating heart.
Changing the world, step by step,
No looking back, no regrets.
He didn’t know her name or past,
But he knew real love could grow that fast.
He saw her — and the world in her spark,
That day at the climate march.
(Verse 2)
Later that night, he scrolled the feed,
Her face in the photos, planting seeds.
Tagged in a story from some friend’s phone,
He smiled — she’s not alone.
He read her caption: “We fight for more,
For kids unborn, for every shore.”
He thought, “This ain’t just protest signs,
It’s love dressed up in brighter times.”
(Bridge)
Maybe someday he’ll walk beside her,
Stand in the rain, carry the fire.
For now, he just writes songs she’d love,
Hoping fate sends a gentle shove.
(Final Chorus)
He saw her at the climate march,
A fire in her soul, leaving marks.
She danced like the earth was in her care,
With justice tangled in her hair.
He knew he’d chase that spark of art,
That burned in her rebel heart.
He saw her — and he felt the start,
That day at the climate march.
