Blood in the Dust

Two boys on a red dirt road,

Hand-me-down boots, and a heavy load,

One was wild, the other shy,

But they both looked at the same blue sky.

Their mama prayed they'd stick together,

Through the storms and the changing weather.

Blood in the dust, ties that don't break,

Two hearts bound by the risks they take.

No matter the miles, no matter the fight,

Brothers stand tall in the fading light.

Blood in the dust, it don’t wash away.

Summer nights by the river bend,

Fishing poles and a line to mend.

One threw stones, the other would laugh,

A moment's peace on a crooked path.

But life ain't kind, it pulls and it tears,

Still they carried each other's prayers.

Even when anger burned the bridge,

They'd find their way back across that ridge.

Blood in the dust, ties that don't break,

Two hearts bound by the risks they take.

No matter the miles, no matter the fight,

Brothers stand tall in the fading light.

Blood in the dust, it don’t wash away.

Years roll on like a slow freight train,

One stayed home, the other chased the rain.

But in the end, when the chips were down,

They found each other on common ground.