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lord willin’, an’ if the creek don’t rise,
i’ll step out before the rooster sings,
shoes worn thin but soul still thick,
carrying the weight of every prayer
and every promise whispered
under breath, in the dark
lord willin’, an’ if the creek don’t rise,
i’ll meet the morning with a fierce smile,
eyes burning with the knowledge
that i am made of miracles and muscle,
faith and fire,
waiting for nothing but the chance to move forward
so bring your floods, bring your droughts—
i’m standing here, unbroken,
waiting on the dawn,
and ready to walk through it all
lord willin’, an’ if the creek don’t rise,
i’ll make it home tonight—
boots muddy, pockets light,
but my head held high
done worked all day,
with a back made of stone,
and hands full of nothin’
but blisters and bone
boss man frownin’,
sun beatin’ down—
but i still smile
‘cause i ain’t bowed down
see, i got dreams
tucked deep in my chest,
and a heart that won’t quit
when the world say “less”
so i walk
one step,
then another—
me and my shadow
talkin’ to each other
sayin’: keep goin’, baby,
don’t let ‘em decide
you’ll get there soon—
lord willin’, an’ if the creek don’t rise
i’ll catch that train
with the last of my nickels
and a pocket full of almost
the moon leans down
all soft-like,
asks me if i’m tired
i say—
tired? baby, i’m alive
and that’s still something
streetlamp flickers,
night stretches long,
shoes worn thin,
but i got rhythm in my bones
and jazz in my walk
lord willin’, and if that old mean creek don’t rise,
i’ll make it home,
tune still hummin’,
heart still drumming,
head held high