The story
Hard living meets a mercy that keeps showing up.
He stands at a small table where the grits go cold and the bills stack high, trying to make a life out of whatever this town hands him. The rough edges stay visible, but so does the mercy in the doorway, in the hands that keep setting down one more plate and one more chance. He knows the day will break him if he lets it, so he leans into the grace and keeps eating.
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Lyrics
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