[Verse 1] Mud on the cuff, rust on the latch. I keep your photo folded in my patch. They said, “Walk out.” I said, “I’ll try.” Then the road lit up and split the sky. Boots in the muck, hands in the grit. Every step forward is a little bit. [Pre-Chorus] Hold your breath. Count me in. If I go down, pull me back in. Hold your breath. Hear that sound? That’s our line still holding ground. [Chorus] I don’t break, I don’t fold. I’ve got your faces in the cold. Hold that line, hold it tight. I’m still moving through the fight. I don’t break, I don’t fold. I’m coming home if I can hold. Hold that line, hold it tight. I’m still moving toward your light. [Verse 2] Mama keeps the porch light past midnight. Little brother leaves Channel 7 on all night. He asked me once, “Does it hurt that bad?” I said, “It hurts more when I think of what I had.” Letters in a tin box by the sink. Your names on the edge where I still think. Past the feed store, past the grain elevator. Every stoplight home still knows my name better. [Pre-Chorus] Hold your breath. Count me in. If I go down, pull me back in. Hold your breath. Hear that sound? That’s our line still holding ground. [Chorus] I don’t break, I don’t fold. I’ve got your faces in the cold. Hold that line, hold it tight. I’m still moving through the fight. I don’t break, I don’t fold. I’m coming home if I can hold. Hold that line, hold it tight. I’m still moving toward your light. [Bridge] [Spanish] No soy de acero, pero sigo aquí. Con barro en las botas, todavía voy por ti. Por mi madre, por mi casa, por la mesa puesta y la puerta abierta. Si me quiebran hoy, me vuelvo a armar. Con el nombre de los míos me vuelvo a levantar. No me rindo, no me voy. Hasta ver sus caras, hasta decir “ya estoy.” [Breakdown] One more breath. One more day. One more step through the haze. One more breath. One more mile. I can hear you in my mind. One more breath. One more call. I’m still standing after all. [Final Chorus] I don’t break, I don’t fold. I’ve got your faces in the cold. Hold that line, hold it tight. I’m still moving through the fight. I don’t break, I don’t fold. I’m coming home if I can hold. Hold that line, hold it tight. I’m still moving toward your light.
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