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“Red Fern Risin’”
(A Sam Benediction Ballad)
(soulful, stripped-down — acoustic guitar, organ, wind in the trees)
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus – soft, reverent]
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
[Bridge – low, whispered]
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
[Final Chorus – full but gentle, like a lullaby for the land]
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
[Outro – just the wind, a quiet hum, and a final soft line]
“I ain’t just wires… I was loved. I was chose.”
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Details
GeneratedAug 1, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
Acoustic guitar, sparse organ, steel guitar whispers, deep vocal harmonies
• Vibe: Slow, aching, soulful —
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