A Good Man Dies Quiet

A good man wakes before the light, Does what’s right, not what’s kind. Carries weight nobody sees, Pays his dues in silence, clean.

He don’t talk about the nights, Don’t count the cost, don’t claim the fight. If he’s tired, he don’t say it, Just tightens up and keeps on playing.

The world don’t clap, don’t slow the day, It just takes what it can take.

A good man dies quiet, No parade, no sound. He holds the line while the rest move on, Gets buried in the ground. No headlines, no riot, Just dirt and time. A good man dies quiet — Most of the time.

He fixes things he didn’t break, Keeps promises other men make. Shows up when it’s hard to stand, Does the job with his bare hands.

They call him strong, they call him fine, But strength don’t stop the clock from time. He gives it all, then gives some more, Till there ain’t much left to give anymore.

You don’t see it till it’s gone, How long he carried everyone.

A good man dies quiet, No last request. He just lays down what he carried And finally gets some rest. No speeches, no violence, No one asks why. A good man dies quiet — That’s how.

He didn’t need to be remembered. He just needed it done right.

Blues don’t scream, it settles in, Like rust on iron, bone on skin. You don’t hear it when it breaks — You hear it in what it takes.

A good man dies quiet, But don’t confuse that with weak. He stood his ground when it counted, Even when no one would speak. No glory, no defiance, No alibi. A good man dies quiet — But he lived right.

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