Day 164 – The Harder He Fell (Shorts)

Verse 1 He started out with busted boots and calloused hands Worked the rigs with sweat soaked into denim bands They saw somethin’ in him—named him chief But he crowned himself and ruled in disbelief Chorus The harder he rose, the less he could hear Drowned out the truth in the roar of his cheer They said, “Son, don’t forget the ground you broke.” But pride lit a fire, and it all went up in smoke Verse 2 (Condensed) Uncle Joe just laughed, “Lead from the front, not back” Granddad prayed, while flattery blurred the facts Bridge (Pulled from Verse 3) He barked at men who once pulled him through Laid off the loyal like they never knew Final Chorus (Condensed) The louder he barked, the lonelier it rang A crown can’t buy what the fire can’t reclaim They said, “Son, don’t forget what’s real.” But he learned too late what pride won’t heal