The story
He keeps working while the wound still answers back.
He moves through the field with a busted hand and a tired back, leaning into the hay because stopping feels worse. Dust, sweat, and daylight stick to him as the work keeps his mind from circling the hurt, but every load reminds him what broke and what still needs carrying. By the time the sun drops, he is not fixed—just able to stand another round.
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Lyrics
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