Still We Rise (Lewis Hamilton Birthday Tribute)

Still We Rise Lyrics: celebrian_minyatur Music / Arrangement / Vocals: Suno (AI) Dedicated to Lewis Hamilton You'll be fine — I know that's true, Not 'cause it's easy, but 'cause it's you. When the weekend doesn't go your way, You lift your chin, and you carry on. From Stevenage streets to the world's bright stage, You wrote your name on a harder page. They talk in noise — let them waste their breath, You've never asked for a kinder test. And if the calls feel crooked, if the air turns mean, Treat it like dirty air — drive straight through the scene. You've been through darker days, you know the truth: Every time, you rise — it's what you do. Still you rise — still you rise, Like dawn returning to stubborn skies. Let them talk, let them criticise, You keep your fire, you keep your light. Still you rise — still you rise, With a lion's heart and a poet's eyes. And I'm here, every mile, every lap. Still you rise. They called it luck, they called it speed, As if your grit was a borrowed thing. Karting mornings, politics, scars — DNFs, heartbreaks, shattered stars. Not just the racing — it's what you bring: The style, the film, the hope you sing. You lift the outsiders, you open doors, You turn a paddock into a home. Still you rise — still you rise, Like dawn returning to stubborn skies. Let them talk, let them criticise, You keep your fire, you keep your light. Still you rise — still you rise, With a lion's heart and a poet's eyes. And I'm here, every mile, every lap. Still you rise. I used to think "bigger than the sport" was pride — But diamonds don't apologise for how they shine. You don't just race, Lewis — you elevate, You make the future feel possible to wait. And when you're tired, when it aches, when you're fed up and raw, You're allowed to feel it — just don't live on the floor. Breathe, hold steady — restart: There's a new season forming in your heart. Still you rise — still you rise, Like dawn returning to stubborn skies. Let them talk, let them criticise, You keep your fire, you keep your light. Still you rise — still you rise, With a champion's hands and a healer's mind. And I'm here, every mile, every lap. Still you rise. Happy birthday, Lewis — may peace find your chest, May your week be calm, may your nights be rest. Champagne, cheers, love, honours in view — And what's "out of stock" finds its way back to you. Le monde est à toi — take it, softly, with grace. In 2026, may every road open space: Time, potential, everything ahead — May you win again… and feel whole when you do. You've got this, Champ. And I've got you.