Dust Crown

[Verse 1]
The combine groaned, an old root breaking ground,
Grandpa's silhouette, a timber falling, without a sound.
He didn't look back, just pushed the iron through,
Another season's harvest, old debts coming due.

[Chorus]
He stood like bedrock, etched against the dying light,
The field his kingdom, claimed through endless night.
Dust crown on his head, where the sun bled out its fire,
Fueled by a grit that never knew to tire.

[Verse 2]
A whip-poor-will cried, from the bramble thick and deep,
A song his father knew, secrets the old fields keep.
That engine's rhythm, a pulse he couldn't shed,
Woven in his bones, till the day that he was dead.

[Chorus]
He stood like bedrock, etched against the dying light,
The field his kingdom, claimed through endless night.
Dust crown on his head, where the sun bled out its fire,
Fueled by a grit that never knew to tire.

[Bridge]
Erosion of the spirit, slow as creekbed stone,
This valley's deep springs, he claimed as his own.
A price paid in sinew, beneath the prevailing wind,
A silent promise that would never bend.

[Chorus]
He stood like bedrock, etched against the dying light,
The field his kingdom, claimed through endless night.
Dust crown on his head, where the sun bled out its fire,
Fueled by a grit that never knew to tire.

[Outro]
Just dust and shadow, where the last light bled,
A sentinel of loam, standing tall instead.