The Weight of the Fight

[Verse]
Boots in the mud heavy and torn
The sun beats down no time to mourn
Eyes like steel searching for the dawn
[Prechorus]
Dust in their lungs hearts still alive
Holding the line just to survive
[Chorus]
The weight of the fight drags them low
But the thought of home it starts to grow
An embrace a face they used to know
[Verse 2]
Shadows crawl over the cratered land
Hands tremble but they take a stand
Every brother’s blood stains the sand
[Prechorus]
The sky screams loud earth splits apart
Still they march with a beating heart
[Chorus]
The weight of the fight drags them low
But the thought of home it starts to grow
An embrace a face they used to know

blues rock, blues, driven by a dirty electric guitar riff with a steady drum groove. male vocals carry the emotional weight, blending gravelly tones with moments of tender vulnerability. harmonica fills the spaces with mournful wails., indie rock, raw and gritty, rock