The plow’s rusted out in the backyard field,
The fridge hums low, but the shelves don’t yield.
I lace my boots and I hit that grind,
But the weight of it all keeps tugging my mind.
I’ll carry this load, I’ll carry it strong,
With a beat in my chest, and a will to hold on.
Dreams don’t die in the hardest of nights,
I’ll keep ‘em alive till the morning light.
The clock ticks slow, but the bills come fast,
Stackin’ up higher like a shadow they cast.
I won’t let you see the cracks in my pride,
I’ll bury ‘em deep, where my fears can hide.
I’ll carry this load, I’ll carry it strong,
With a beat in my chest, and a will to hold on.
Dreams don’t die in the hardest of nights,
I’ll keep ‘em alive till the morning light.
Someday this dirt will turn to gold,
And the scars on my hands will be stories told.
But for now, I’ll keep my head down low,
You don’t need to see the fight I know.
I’ll carry this load, I’ll carry it strong,
With a beat in my chest, and a will to hold on.
Dreams don’t die in the hardest of nights,
I’ll keep ‘em alive till the morning light.