walk em down

Verse 1 Grandpa’s pocket watch stopped ticking The day the locusts came. He hung his hat on the willow’s bones And never spoke his name. Just took my hand in his calloused palm— "Fields ain’t kind to the lonely, son." His boots scraped gravel, deliberate slow... He walked ’em down. Chorus Walk ’em down, walk ’em down, Where the creek bed’s cracked and brown. Through the ache of fallen rain, Through the ghost of last year’s grain. Some roads ain’t meant for running— Just walk ’em down. Verse 2 Found Martha crying by the milk shed When her letter came torn blue. "His ship went under Halifax fog, And I got no strength to move." I handed her my walking stick— Ash wood, smoothed by my own grip. She traced its knots like a sailor’s chart... Then walked it down. Chorus Walk ’em down, walk ’em down, Where evening drowns the town. Past the pride that breaks your spine, Through the brambles of the divine. Some sorrows bloom from stepping— Just walk ’em down.* Bridge Funeral clay or sunrise trail— Same weight beneath the heel. Your shadow stretches, short or long, But the road, it always feels... Like a truth too tired for shouting, Like a hymn too raw for sound: You hold the grief that holds you, Or you walk it to the ground. Chorus Walk ’em down, walk ’em down, Where roots split stone and crown. With a whisper, not a prayer, With the dust beyond repair. Some journeys end by starting— Just walk ’em down.