

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
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4/15/2026