[Verse 1] Time ain’t given for us to know it all, Just to walk this road where words can cut like shards. Worse than any coyote’s ragged howl, Is the poison that comes from a wicked heart. No gun can stop it, no song can heal, The hurt that lingers like a burnin’ brand. It’s on you, son—your cross to feel, To hold your ground or sink into the sand. [Chorus] You can earn your share of peace tonight, Or let the bitterness take command. Leave the drag-down man behind, Let his hate fall soft into the dust, my friend. Grace may fall like summer rain, But the test remains—you gotta be the better man. [Verse 2] The world shows its teeth before the dawn, Kicks you low when you’re already down. Grinds your name into the dirt it walks upon, Smiles while it steals your only crown. And the cruelest cut don’t come from foes, But from a hand you swore was kin. Some folks just won’t let kindness grow— Tethered tight to the spite within. [Chorus] You can earn your share of peace tonight, Or let the bitterness take command. Leave the drag-down man behind, Let his hate fall soft into the dust, my friend. Grace may fall like summer rain, But the test remains—you gotta be the better man. [Bridge] When the coyotes snarl and bite, When their yellow teeth break skin, Don’t you stagger—stand up right, Let your light burn tall again. [Chorus] You can earn your share of peace tonight, Or let the bitterness take command. Leave the drag-down man behind, Let his hate fall soft into the dust, my friend. Grace may fall like summer rain, But the test remains—you gotta be the better man. [Outro] Oh, the road is hard, the climb is steep, But the high road’s yours to claim. Through the fire, through the weep, Son, you gotta be the better man.
