Borrowed Time, Bare Hands

I walked the night with empty pockets, Fought the dark with a heart like a locket. Every mile was a gamble I didn’t own, Living on time that was never my own.

Borrowed time, bare hands, No crown, no gold, no promised land. I hold the road the best I can, On borrowed time, with bare hands.

The reaper watched from the canyon high, I met his stare but I passed him by. Every scar was a truth I carried long, But every step wrote a brand-new song.

Borrowed time, bare hands, No map, no law, no guiding plan. I ride the night and I make my stand, On borrowed time, with bare hands.

(Wordless chant in background, deep and haunting: “Borrowed time… bare hands…”)

Borrowed time, bare hands, I’ll face the fire, I’ll walk the sand. No grave can claim what the soul withstands, On borrowed time, with bare hands.

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