Head Toward The Storm

[Verse 1]
I’ve seen a lot of death
Names I can’t say out loud
Empty chairs at the table
Shadows sitting in the crowd
I’ve carried quiet caskets
Right behind my eyes
Smiled for every picture
Then fell apart at night
[Chorus]
Feels like I’ve been through hell and back again
Barely standing, still I rise, my friend
Keep fighting, always changing in my mind
Like an eagle, I head toward the storm each time
Yeah, I head toward the storm each time (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
I’ve tasted dirty metal
In the back of my tongue
Prayed into my pillow
Till the morning finally sung
Every scar a sermon
Every tear a sign
Pain turned into armor
Rust turned into light
[Chorus]
Feels like I’ve been through hell and back again
Barely standing, still I rise, my friend
Keep fighting, always changing in my mind
Like an eagle, I head toward the storm each time
Yeah, I head toward the storm each time (hey!)
[Bridge]
So let the dark clouds gather
Let the cold rain come
I don’t circle, I don’t scatter
I fly straight into the thrum
If the thunder wants to test me
Let it write my name
On the edge of every lightning
I’ll be riding on that flame
[Chorus]
Feels like I’ve been through hell and back again
Barely standing, still I rise, my friend
Keep fighting, always changing in my mind
Like an eagle, I head toward the storm each time
Yeah, I head toward the storm each time
I head toward the storm and I survive

Smoky electric blues ballad with male vocals; slow 6/8 groove that sways like a barroom slow dance. Dirty slide guitar answers each vocal line, upright bass walking low, brushed snare and ride cymbal. Verses stay intimate and hushed; chorus blooms with raspier belts, organ pads, and a gospel-tinged backing choir on key phrases. Guitar takes small fills between sections, leaving space for the vocal grit and storytelling to sit front and center., blues