A:08 - 10. Dust and Bone (Poverty) By Echo Gray V.01

Verse 1: Down by the holler, where hunger sings low, Children’s eyes wide with a want they don’t show. Cornbread and wishes ain’t filling the pot, When the world’s made of plenty, but you get forgot. Chorus: Dust and bone, the wealth of the poor, Houses of tin, with dreams nailed to the floor. Dust and bone, we scrape and we pray, But the world keeps on turning its back every day. Verse 2: Mama says hope’s just a story they tell, To keep empty bellies from raising hell. Yet still we dig deep in the earth’s weary veins, Panning for gold but finding just chains. Bridge: Lord, if you're listening, send down some rain, To wash off the dirt and the years of disdain. We labor like mules, and we break just the same, Still dust and bone whisper my name. Chorus: Dust and bone, the wealth of the poor, Houses of tin, with dreams nailed to the floor. Dust and bone, we scrape and we pray, But the world keeps on turning its back every day. Outro: One day I’ll rise from this valley of stone, But for now, I’m just dust, and I’m just bone.