Shadows in the South

The fields still whisper in the night. A battle lost,

a stolen fight Dust on the boots, no end in sight

Shadows in the south, they linger, they shout A memory,

a ghost of what mattered most The river runs red,

it won't run clear The past is loud, it's always near

The weight of wrong, the cost of fear The pines keep

secrets, they sway and groan The soil won't forget,

it's carved in stone The wind carries voices, not my own