The story
He holds on even as the ground keeps shifting.
He sits in the saddle with blistered hands, keeping the reins tight while the horse pulls against him and the road keeps opening ahead. Every jolt says what he will not: the hurt is still there, the memory still bucks, but he will not let go first.
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Lyrics
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