The story
The sky stays open when people don’t.
He leans on a fence line while the last light spills over the field, and the day’s bruises start to blur. Out where the horses move slow and the road runs quiet, he watches the sun drop without asking who broke first, who stayed, or who left. The dark comes gentle, and that mercy is the only answer he gets.
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Lyrics
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