Whiskey & Pain
You know, they say the toughest battles are fought where the dust never lifts, but the real test is in the quiet moments after the gunfire dies down.
You’re right. The real fight is when the silence hits and you’ve got to keep moving on your own.
That’s the part where you find your own rhythm, the one that keeps your heart from stalling. Just keep walking, even if the road feels like a ghost town.
Yeah, keep moving. In the quiet the real test shows. The road may look empty, but if you stay steady you won't stall.
You keep that steady foot, and if the wind starts to howl, just let it be your own drumbeat.