

Prompt / Lyrics
Steady march. Snare tight. No rush.) Verse 1 Left foot, right foot, count it out Learned my name when they stripped me down Hair cut short, stand in line Eyes front, fall in time Boots hit dirt, gravel road Carry the weight, never show I learned quick how to stay in step And swallow words I never said Chorus (Marching Radio Hook) I was somebody before I served Before the oath, before the hurt Before the nights I still replay And the things I did along the way Yeah the storm can take my medals Take my strength, take my pride But it can’t take the name He gave me Before I stepped in that line Verse 2 Kept my head down, shoulders square Trust the man on either side Built my worth on hold the line Don’t fall out, don’t ask why But the marching never leaves your bones Even when you’re back at home And when the noise finally went quiet I had to face the man inside Chorus I was somebody before I served Before the scars, before the dirt Before the weight I still carry And the ones who didn’t make it home Yeah the storm can take my medals Take the years, take the fight But it can’t take the name He gave me Before I stepped in that line Bridge (Drums Drop, Low Gospel Feel) I ain’t saved by the miles I walked Or the orders I never talked If I lose my footing, lose my way Grace still calls me by my name (Two bars of drums only) Chorus (Final – Chant Style) Before I served Before I broke Before the smoke Before the oath He knew my name He knew my face I wasn’t earned I was made by grace Yeah the storm can take my medals Take the best years of my life But it can’t take who I was Before I stepped in that line Outro Left foot, right foot, slow it down Lay my rank in the ground I ain’t what I did I’m who He says I am
Tags
Gritty outlaw country with gospel grit, heavy marching drums in key moments, about identity before service and streng
2:45
No
2/5/2026