Dust on My Boots

The screen door creaks as I step outside,

Morning light paints the fields so wide.

Coffee in hand, the steam curls thin,

Another day where it all begins.

The rooster calls, a tune so plain,

Life rolls on like a midnight train.

There’s dust on my boots, dreams in my heart,

Every sunrise feels like a brand-new start.

The world might spin, but I stand still,

Holding tight to the strength of my will.

Dust on my boots, and a fire in my soul,

This small-town life makes me whole.

The barn's worn wood tells stories untold,

Echoes of laughter, both young and old.

The river hums like a lullaby sweet,

Washing the dirt right off my feet.

Wind whispers secrets through the pines,

Reminding me this life is mine.

Some folks chase the city lights,

But here, the stars burn twice as bright.

There’s dust on my boots, dreams in my heart,

Every sunrise feels like a brand-new start.

The world might spin, but I stand still,

Holding tight to the strength of my will.

Dust on my boots, and a fire in my soul,

This small-town life makes me whole.

I don’t need riches, I don’t need fame,

Just the sound of the wind calling my name.

The hills, the dirt, the roots that run deep,

They’re the promises I’ll always keep.