Ashes, Whiskey, and Light

I’ve walked through fires no soul should know,
With a heart stitched up by the undertow.
Every friend I lost, I buried deep,
Now I drink with ghosts who never sleep.

My hands are scarred, my lungs are coal,
And every song’s just a prayer for my soul.
But I ain't bowed, and I won't beg —
I'm a man who broke, but never bled.

Ashes, whiskey, and light —
That’s all I’ve got to survive the night.
One burns my past, one numbs the fight,
And one keeps me human, holding on tight.
Yeah, I'm torn and tired, but I still choose right —
Ashes, whiskey… and a flicker of light.

I’ve loved in silence, I’ve screamed alone,
Carved my grief into skin and bone.
The world threw fists, I raised a song,
Didn't hit back — just played along.

I drown my demons in bitter smoke,
Each pill, each sip, another joke.
But I’d rather die slow than kill with hate —
Some of us fall… and still elevate.

Ashes, whiskey, and light —
The trinity of a man who won’t fight with spite.
I’ve bled my peace on barroom floors,
But I won’t let rage open that door.
You hurt me, world — but I still write
With ashes, whiskey… and whatever’s left of the light.

I ain’t no hero, I ain’t no saint,
Just a soul that life forgot to paint.
But I keep my fire — no matter how dim —
‘Cause losing yourself... is the worst kind of sin.

Ashes, whiskey, and light —
My anthem when nothing feels right.
I burn, I bend, I break in the dark,
But never let evil hollow my heart.
So here I stand — not pure, not bright —
But still alive... in ashes, whiskey… and light.