Lost in the Dust

Dusty boots on endless roads,

Chasing dreams that rarely shows.

Another dawn, another day,

Stepping out, trying to find my way.

Apron straps and heavy hands,

Built these walls, but I don't understand,

What I'm fighting for beneath these skies,

Just a worn-out soul with tired eyes.

Concrete jungle keeps me confined,

Searching for light I hope I find,

In the rubble of my broken plans,

Trying to stand, trying to understand.

I'm a blue collar, lost and blue,

Working hard but feeling new,

In this world that leaves me strained,

Trying to find my place again.

Hours bleed into endless nights,

Soot and sweat, dimming lights.

Built these streets but lost my face,

A shadow of a working man’s grace.

Stand up tall but feeling small,

Echoes of a distant call,

Dreams of something more and new,

Hold on tight, I gotta push through.

I'm a blue collar, lost and blue,

Working hard but feeling new,

In this world that leaves me strained,

Trying to find my place again.

Every nail I hammered deep,

Fights the tears I cannot keep,

Seeking hope beyond the gray,

Waiting for a brighter day.

So I’ll keep on, piece by piece,

Searching for my inner peace,

Though the world feels cold and vast,

Hoping this rough spell will pass.