Siren's Border Call

Dawn cracks the sky, hands calloused and worn. Plow the dry earth from the first light of days. The sweat stings the eyes, but we push on anyway. Seeds in the soil that refuse to take hold. Dreams turn to dust in the stories we've told. Blistered feet walking these endless roads. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Oh, this hard road we tread through the ache and the fight. Hearts heavy with sorrow, but we sing through the night. Rural bones breaking yet, yet the spirit stays true. In the grind of the living, we pull ourselves through. Children go hungry, their laughter grows thin. Patching the roof when the storms roll in. Lost the old homestead to the banker's cold hand. Standing on nothing but this. Stubborn land knights by the fire, sharing tales of the gone. Holding on tight till the new morning dawn. Yeah, this hard road we tread through the ache and the fight. Hearts heavy with sorrow, but we rise with the light. Rural bones breaking, spirit forever true. In the grind of the living, we pull ourselves through. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. In the grind of the living, we'll see it all through. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show. Chasing the rain that the heavens won't show.