Fields of Fire

Waking with the sun, coffee black and strong boots on the ground, where I belong. Plowed these fields since I was just a boy calluses on hands telling my story sweat on my brow. Through the pouring rain, through the pouring rain, building something real. Through the joy and pain daddy taught me right rise before the light plant the seeds of dreams in the dead of night. Hard work, it's the fire in my soul, making every minute count. Reaching for the goal waking back in blistered feet but I wouldn't trade this honest grind the price is paid. Hard work, a price that's paid. Hard work, yeah, it's my claim to fame. There were days I questioned, wanted to give in nights. Staring at the ceiling, wondering where to begin. But the ones I love. Their smiles light the way, push me through the storm. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may. Come what may.