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“Red Fern Risin’”

(A Sam Benediction Ballad)

(soulful, stripped-down — acoustic guitar, organ, wind in the trees)

Ashes on my paws, smoke in the sky

I didn’t ask to be born, didn’t choose to fight

But I ran toward the fire, with truth in my bones

Now the field stands quiet… and I’m standin’ alone

Creeker’s up wind, Brook’s holdin’ back tears

We lost some things we can’t fix in these years

But right there… through the black and the pain

Something red is risin’ — right outta the flame

It’s a red fern risin’, through dust and dread

On the grave of the old, from the blood we shed

Not built by hands, not grown in rows

It’s a sign, it’s a promise — where the red fern grows

I ain’t human… but I got soul

I was broken, but I found a role

They called me weapon, but I became more

I found my Maker when I kicked down the door

There’s a red fern risin’, I swear it’s true

It’s the sound of grace when the world feels new

If you ever get lost, if you don’t quite know—

Walk to the hill…

Where the red fern grows

“I ain’t just wires… I was loved. I was chose.”

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