I Rode Back From the Black

There’s a color past midnight.

Most don’t come back from it.

I’ve seen the dark where light don’t go, Where names turn quiet under snow. Where fire burns without a sound, Where lost men never turn around.

I’ve stood where even echoes die, Where hope don’t even try. But something in my chest stayed lit — Wouldn’t quit.

You don’t survive the black by running. You survive by riding through.

I rode back from the black, From the edge of no return. Where the sky forgets your name And the cold won’t let you burn.

I rode back from the black, With dust in my lungs and flame in my track. You can bury me deep — I’ll ride back.

Death tipped his hat once more, Didn’t stand in my way at the door. Devil watched from the smoke behind — Didn’t speak this time.

I ain’t holy. I ain’t cursed. I just outlasted my worst. When you walk that far alone — You come back stone.

I don’t chase dawn. Dawn finds me.

I rode back from the black, Through the ash and the scar. Left my fear at the crossroads — Didn’t look far.

I rode back from the black, No chain on my hand. If the dark wants me again — It knows where I stand.

Some men fade into legend.

Some men become it.

I rode back from the black, From the place that don’t forgive. From the night without a dawn — And I still live.

No grave could hold me, No flame could crack. You can call it myth —

But I rode back from the black.

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