THE DUST OF THE ROADArtist: [Your Name]Style: Sad Americana / Soulful Fol

Описание: Title: THE DUST OF THE ROAD
Artist: [Your Name]
Style: Sad Americana / Soulful Folk

(Verse 1)
Born in a town where the dust never settles down,
Barefoot on the gravel, wearing a hand-me-down crown.
Papa had a rusted truck and Mama had her prayers,
I was just a dreamer then, climbing imaginary stairs.
She’d say, "Son, hold on to the light before it fades to grey,"
But I was busy chasing summer, a million miles away.

(Chorus)
Oh, life is a river that flows but never returns,
A bridge made of choices that we eventually burn.
The gold you’re chasing today will be dust by the night,
The only thing that matters is how you treated the light.
Love while you can, 'cause the clock never slows its beat,
The road is long, my friend, but the end is bitter-sweet.

(Verse 2)
At twenty-one, I packed my pride and left that porch behind,
Searching for a kingdom that only a fool would hope to find.
I traded my peace for a paycheck, my nights for a name,
Forgetting that the shadows grow longer in the game.
I lost a girl who loved me, I lost a friend or two,
Chasing a hollow dream, under a sky of lonely blue.

(Verse 3)
Now the mirror tells a story that I’m forced to believe,
Silver in my hair and a heart that’s started to grieve.
I look at my son and I see my own restless eyes,
Chasing the same ghosts under the same vast skies.
I’d trade every dollar I earned, and every prize I won,
Just for one more Sunday dinner before the day was done.

(Bridge)
Don’t look down on the broken, don't envy the crown,
In the end, we all lay our heavy burdens down.
Forgiveness is the only weight that’s worth its weight in gold,
The rest is just a story that eventually grows old.

(Outro)
The sun is dipping low now, behind the sycamore tree,
I’m finally at peace with the man I used to be.
If they ask what I learned from the miles and the mud,
I’ll say: "Life isn't measured in gold, but in soul and in blood."
Just be kind... that’s all we leave behind.