The story
He waits where the verdict feels bigger than the man.
He stands under the courthouse steps with his hat in hand, watching the flag move and the doors stay shut. The room inside decides something about his name, his truck, his family, while the town keeps passing by on the sidewalk. He is left with the same street, the same silence, and the fear that opens when the gavel falls.
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Lyrics
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