The Dust Don’t Care

(Spoken, half-whisper) You can run from the law, But not from the land that raised you.

I rode through towns that forgot my face, Left my name in a windblown place. Built my sins on shifting sand, But the dust remembers every man.

The dust don’t care who I was, It don’t pray, it don’t pause. It don’t ask what I’ve done or why — It just waits for me to die.

The sun burned truth into my skin, The wind wore down what’s left within. Every lie I tried to bury deep, The ground still whispers in my sleep.

The dust don’t care where I’ve been, It don’t judge loss or sin. It don’t speak, it just stares, At the bones of men who thought it cares.

(Spoken) I’ve cursed the sky, I’ve begged the rain, But out here, mercy’s just another name. You don’t conquer the dirt — you fade.

The dust don’t care, it just waits, Takes the kings, takes the saints. When the fire’s gone, when I’m bare, I’ll be part of what don’t care.

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