Wild Card Queen — A Song Inspired by Serena Williams returns to professional tennis at 44

[Verse 1]
They hung my crown in a glass-case room
under soft white lights and a velvet gloom
But the lock heard breathing from the other side
and the old door shook like it wanted a fight

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't call it a memory
when the pulse still swings
Don't call it over
when the dead bell rings

[Chorus]
I'm the wild card queen with dirt on my knees
Back from the quiet where they buried the heat
Grass cuts deep but the fire cuts clean
Make room at the line for the wild card queen

[Verse 2]
Every scar got a name that the crowd forgot
Every year tried to tell me what I am not
But the racket in my bones never learned to rust
It kept knocking all night through the museum dust

[Bridge]
Forty-four storms in a bottle of black
I don't need the old throne, I just need one crack
One white line, one live wire, one breath between
what they think they saw and what comes unseen

[Breakdown]
No shrine
No grave
No soft goodbye
No cage

[Final Chorus]
I'm the wild card queen with dirt on my knees
Back from the quiet where they buried the heat
If the gate swings open, if the wolves convene
Let 'em hear the grass grow under the wild card queen

[Outro]
No museum for fire
No grave for the green
Just one more door
for the wild card queen