Andrew _-_Tabe _Grain

I’m grinding through the night, till the dawn breaks clear, Harvesting the struggle, every ounce of sweat and fear. Grain of truth in the soil, roots deep in the pain, Planting seeds of ambition, watch 'em grow in the rain. From the dirt to the top, it’s a battle, no retreat, Feet planted in the hustle, every heartbeat's a beat. Sowing dreams in the field, while the world’s on freeze, Beneath the surface, I’m working, pushing past the unease. Wheat stalks bending low, but my spirit stands tall, Each grain tells a story, yeah, I’m ready for the call. Raw like the earth, unpolished, but it’s real, Harvesting my fate, I’m the one at the wheel. Fingers stained with the grit, but I’m shining through the grime, Counting every blessing, like I’m counting every dime. In the shadows of the struggle, where the legends are made, From the grain to the glory, watch the foundation laid.