(Husband) Verse 1 I change the oil in that old truck bed, Split fir logs till my hands turn red. Weld sparks fly in the midnight air, Buildin’ dreams from sweat and love. Shop lights hum on a gravel lane, Steel and cedar in the summer rain. Every board and every frame— I’m buildin’ us a family name. ⸻ (Wife) Verse 1 I’m foldin’ laundry, flour on my hands, Turnin’ house into a home that stands. Pots on the stove, kids in the hall, Wipin’ fingerprints off the wall. Clean sheets tucked, boots by the door, Supper’s warm at six on the dot for sure. Every stitch and every flame— I’m guardin’ what his hard work made. ⸻ Chorus (Together) Two sides of the flame, burnin’ just the same, Yours in steel, mine in rain. Different roads but one last name, Holdin’ steady through the strain. We strike that spark and fan that fire, Lift each other when we’re tired. No smoke, no shame— Just two sides of the flame. ⸻ (Husband) Verse 2 Saturday mornings, ballfield dust, Grease on my jeans but I show up first. Teachin’ our boy how to shake a hand, Tellin’ our girl she can take this land. Fence lines straight, driveway wide, Buildin’ a place where roots run deep and pride. Everything I weld or raise— Is for their tomorrow days. ⸻ (Wife) Verse 2 I’m braidin’ hair in a bathroom mirror, Packin’ snacks and sideline cheers. Homework spread on the kitchen table Talkin’ about what honesty feels. Every scraped knee that I mend— Is strength they’ll carry in the end. ⸻ Chorus (Together — Bigger) Two sides of the flame, burnin’ just the same, Yours in sweat, mine in grace. Brick by brick and day by day, We’re buildin’ somethin’ that won’t break. When the wind tries to change our aim— We stand together in the flame. ⸻ Bridge (Call & Response, but now unified) (Husband) I couldn’t do this on my own. (Wife) This house would just be sticks and stone. (Husband) You’re the heart that keeps it warm. (Wife) You’re the arms that weather storms. (Both) Strong alone—but stronger the same… Two sides of the flame. ⸻ Final Chorus (Anthem Version) Two sides of the flame, burnin’ just the same, Different gifts but one last name. From dirty boots to picture frames, We’re buildin’ more than just a place. When they ask how love remains— We’ll point to the fire and say… Two sides of the flame.

Two Sides Of The Flame