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Keep the musical direction but replace the story with your own person, memory or occasion.
Lyrics
Torn sneakers trace a lifeline through the clay
Momma’s voice faded miles away
Backpack filled with broken toys and scars
Sleeping under streetlights counting distant stars
The city’s cold but I burn inside
Hungry for a truth I can never hide
Red dirt stains my calloused hands
Built myself out of shifting sands
Laughed at the thunder, cried in the rain
No one promised freedom wouldn’t feel like pain
Got kicked out young, but I found my stand
Bruised knuckles echo fists on rusty rails
Dreams traded for courage when all else fails
Sirens for lullabies, whispers in the dark
Graffiti on the bus stop, every mark’s my spark
The city’s cold but I burn inside
Hungry for a truth I can never hide
Red dirt stains my calloused hands
Built myself out of shifting sands
Laughed at the thunder, cried in the rain
No one promised freedom wouldn’t feel like pain
Got kicked out young, but I found my stand
Yeah, I built my castle from dust and regret
Wrote my story with a sunset silhouette
A streetlight symphony sings me to sleep
But I’m still running, heart buried deep
Red dirt stains my calloused hands
Built myself out of shifting sands
Laughed at the thunder, cried in the rain
No one promised freedom wouldn’t feel like pain
Got kicked out young, but I found my standOn this red earth I rise again
Forging hope beneath my skin
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