“Crossroads don’t ask your name…
They just wait.”

Boots in the dirt, sun still below,
A town that’s quiet like it knows.
No crowd, no band, no easy grin—
Just me… and something under my skin.
My shadow stretches, long and mean,
Like every “what if” I’ve ever seen.

Hands get cold when the moment’s near,
But cold don’t stop you… it just feels real.
I taste the dust, I hear my breath—
And stare at the line between life and death.

At dawn I draw— on the dark inside,
Not for glory… just to stay alive.
If fear’s my outlaw, then I’m the law—
I don’t run now. I draw.
And out past the ridge where the night gets thin,
A new day rises… like it wants me to win.

I’ve walked through rooms that swallow light,
Held my calm with white-knuckle might.
Some prayers come out like broken vows,
Some courage shows up late… but it shows up now.
I’ve been my own worst hired gun,
But I’m still here— and the fight ain’t done.

Every step says, “Don’t look down,”
Every thought tries to burn the ground.
But I’ve learned this truth in the blowing sand—
You can shake… and still stand.

At dawn I draw— on the dark inside,
Not for glory… just to stay alive.
If fear’s my outlaw, then I’m the law—
I don’t run now. I draw.
And out past the ridge where the night gets thin,
A new day rises… like it wants me to win.

“It’s not the bullet you see coming…
It’s the one you imagine.”
“So I aim at the lie…
and let the morning speak.”

At dawn I draw— on the dark inside, (draw on it)
I’ve been hunted… but I won’t hide.
Let my hands shake— let my knees pray—
I pull through anyway.
’Cause out past the ridge where the night gets thin,
That sun keeps rising… and I rise with it.

“Same road… new light.”