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‼️‼️A worn down worker sacrifices his comfort, dreams, and peace of mind to provide stability and security for the family who depends on him.
He quietly carries the burden of hardship so his loved ones can live easier, lighter lives in the light he never gets to stand in.‼️‼️

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Lyrics:

Sun ain't up but i'm already dressed
Coffee black, boots tight on my chest
Hands cracked open from yesterday's load
Still I walk back out to that long dirt road

Clock punches me harder than I punch back
Steeltoe rhythm on a gravel track
Boss man talks, I just nod and grind
Got too much weight on this wornout mind

Every dollar's a brick in a house not built
Every choice I make is measured guilt

I ain't chasing dreams, i'm chasing pay
For the ones at home that count on me each day
Fuel in the car, food on the plate
Sacrifice now so they don't know this weight
I carry the dark so they live in the light
Work through the pain, so they sleep through the night

Rust on my hands from the parts I save
Late night wrenching where the shadows behave
Car in pieces, same as me
Fix it slow so we both run free

Friends out drinking, blowing their check
i'm home with receipts and a stiff sore neck
Thinkin about mortgages, interest, land
While grease and overtime stain my hands

Temptation whispers, You earned a break
But discipline's a promise I won't let break

I ain't chasing dreams, I'm chasing pay
For the ones at home that count on me each day
Fuel in the car, food on the plate
Sacrifice now so they don't know this weight
I carry the dark so they live in the light
Work through the pain, so they sleep through the night

Someday this road won't be this long
Someday this grind won't feel this strong
But till that day, I bend, don't fold
A quiet kind of brave, a tired kind of bold

I ain't chasing dreams, I'm building ground
With calloused hands and a stubborn sound
House on a hill, car in the shed
Peace in my bones when I lay my head
I carry the dark so they live in the light
That's the price of doing what's right.