Blood in the Dust Where I Stand

I’ve walked roads that swallow legends, Left my shadow buried deep. Where every mile cuts like a weapon, And every promise scars you cheap.

But the dirt remembers footsteps, And it knows the ones who last.

There’s blood in the dust where I stand, From the man I used to be. I left pieces in the desert That the dark still owes to me. If the wind comes down to judge me, Tell it I don’t fear its hand. There’s blood in the dust where I stand — But that’s proof I still withstand.

I’ve stared down men who lost their halos, Saw their truth behind the scream. I’ve crawled out of every failure Like a nightmare from a dream.

And I rise with every heartbeat, Made of grit and broken sand.

There’s blood in the dust where I stand, But I ain’t fallin’ for the grave. Every scar that tried to own me Only taught me how to stay. If the shadows want their payment, They’ll get fire, not a man. There’s blood in the dust where I stand — Yet I walk just like I planned.

Ohh… I’ve been cut, I’ve been shaken… Ohh… But a soul like mine ain’t taken…

Let the dirt tell its own story — Mine ends with me unbroken.

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