Roots, Sold Away

The old red barn stands weathered and worn,

Fields where the sun kissed the rows of corn.

Granddad's hands carved dreams in the earth,

But dreams don’t always weigh what they’re worth.

Mama kept the books, Daddy worked the plow,

Sweat and soil made the life we know now.

But the math don’t lie, it’s cold as stone,

The bills kept comin’, we couldn’t hold on.

We worked the ground ‘til our backs gave out,

Hoped for rain in the face of doubt.

Generations come, and they fade away,

And now our roots are sold away.

Would’ve fought the dice, would’ve found a way,

But the bank don’t listen to the prayers we pray.

Whispered to the wheat the stuff dreams are made,

Goodbye to the home where our memories stayed.

The tractors rust, the silo leans,

The land sold off to bigger machines.

The sun comes up, but it doesn’t shine,

The way it did on a life that was mine.

We worked the ground ‘til our backs gave out,

Hoped for rain in the face of doubt.

Generations come, and they fade away,

And now our roots are sold away.