Built & Bled

Built & Bled

Started with a piece of pine

Older than the name I carry,

From a barn that watched a family grow

Before this world got loud and scary.

Cut it down and shaped it clean,

Turned sawdust into faith-

Every splinter told the truth

Of where I come from, what I faced.

Had a blueprint in my mind

But I built it with a scarred-up hand-

Ain't no factory-made creation,

This is where a real man stands.

This ain't just wood and wire,

It's everything I've lived-

Every mile I dragged behind me,

Every second I forgave.

Yeah, I built it, then I played it,

Then I bled and called it mine.

If you want to know my story-

You can hear it through the pine.

Learned chords like a grown man crawlin',

Ain't ashamed to suck at something-

Earned every blister on my fingers,

Every note that kept on thumping.

Wrote down truth with no disguise,

Put sunsets into sound-

Made scars rhyme with redemption,

Made peace from solid ground.

Didn't need a crowd or spotlight,

Didn't need applause to stand-

Just me and that guitar

Built by a bruised but steady hand.

This ain't just wood and wire,

It's everything I've lived-

Every mile I dragged behind me,

Every second I forgave.

Yeah, I built it, then I played it,

Then I bled and called it mine.

If you want to know my story-

You can hear it through the pine.

I ain't chasing polished battles,

Ain't pretending none of this hurt-

Just turned heartbreak into rhythm,

Turned mistakes into the dirt.

And one day when I lay down

And they fold my name away-

They can play this thing I built

And hear every storm I faced.

'Cause this ain't just wood and wire,

It's every breath I didn't waste-