Still Standing Here

Dirt road mornings. Boots by the door. Alarm clock yelling, can't hit snooze

no more. Clocked in time. Clocked outta late. Counting every dollar, praying it's enough

to stay straight. Bills on the table, weight on my

chest. Trying to be strong when I'm running on less. Life didn't hand

me an easy plan, but I wake up every day doing

all I can. Been knocked down more times than I can say. But quaking ain't

something I was raised to do. And I'm still standing here, scars and all.

Single dad backbone, I won't let us fall. Life hit hard, yeah,