Bloodline in the Dust

Verse 1 Out where the prairie swallows names, Where love runs deep and hard as chains, There’s a house that the wind can’t break, Built on blood and what it takes. Duke stands tall like a courthouse tree, Hands stained red for his family, Pearl’s laughter cuts the night in two, Shining bright like morning dew. Pre-Chorus They ain’t saints, they ain’t clean, But they hold the line in between. Chorus Oh Perkins blood in the dust and flame, Every scar tells a different name, From whispered curse to rifle shot, They guard the only home they’ve got. Storms may rise and devils knock — But you don’t break that kind of rock. Verse 2 Aiden rides with a restless soul, Running far but circling home, Curses love then draws his gun, When family’s shadow’s overrun. Terry walks with two worlds’ weight, Stolen past he won’t let break, Learns their rules, keeps his own, Fights for the blood that he has chosen. Pre-Chorus Some were born and some were found, But loyalty’s the common ground. Chorus Oh Perkins blood in the dust and flame, Witch-marked skin and a soldier’s shame, Ink and prayer and iron will, Hearts that bend but don’t break still. Storms may rise and devils knock — But you don’t break that kind of rock. Verse 3 Ashlyne draws her runes at night, Blessing kin and cursing spite, Warm as fire to those she knows, Cold as the grave to family foes. Dehlia writes with sharpened grace, Truth like thunder in your face, Silk turned steel on frontier land, Justice flowing from her hand. Tina small but working strong, Holding broken hearts along, Joy that time could not undo, More grown than most folks ever knew. Bridge (slow, heavy) Earl still fights old battles through, Ghosts in gray and skies of blue, Mind may wander, slip away, But he’ll guard that porch till judgment day. From London fog to prairie wind, From stolen child to stubborn kin, From restless boots to hearthside light, They stand as one when comes the fight. Final Chorus (big, raw, powerful) Oh Perkins blood in the dust and flame, Sin and sorrow, love and pain, No crown of gold, no velvet throne — Just calloused hands and backbone stone. Let wolves howl and thunder roll — You’ll never fracture that kind of soul. Outro (haunting, fading) And when the prairie takes their bones, And grass grows high where once they roamed, The wind will hum in a minor tone: “They were many… but they stood as one.”