Peace on a Dirt Road

The voices rise, like a storm inside my chest,

They whisper doubt, they never let me rest.

But I grab my keys, and I slam the door,

Ain’t gonna let ‘em win no more.

I’m finding peace on a dirt road,

Wheels spinning where the wildflowers grow.

Windows down, the radio’s loud,

Drowning out the shadows in the crowd.

Sun sinking low, painting gold on the land,

Out here, I’m free, just the wheel in my hand.

The gravel crunches, a rhythm all its own,

Every mile, I feel a little less alone.

The sky’s on fire, bleeding into the night,

Burning away the echoes that I fight.

It’s the wind that calms, it’s the road that heals,

Out here, I remember what’s real.

I’m finding peace on a dirt road,

Wheels spinning where the wildflowers grow.

Windows down, the radio’s loud,

Drowning out the shadows in the crowd.

Sun sinking low, painting gold on the land,

Out here, I’m free, just the wheel in my hand.

Every bend in the road is a promise, a prayer,

A whisper that says, "You're stronger out there."

The voices fade, replaced by the breeze,

Out here, I find the quiet I need.