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MiKoPan - By the River Line

[Verse 1] Henry worked down by the river line, Punchin’ that clock since ’79. Same old cap, same steel-toe shoes, Same little town with the same old rules. He had a voice like a thunder roll, Used to sing that southern soul. But his daddy said, “Boy, that ain’t a plan. You best grow up and be a man.” [Chorus] But there’s a war no one can see When a man ain’t who he’s meant to be. Yeah the hardest blow, It’s when you're too scared to be free. When the river’s runs free, Will he finally be who he’s meant to be. [Verse 2] So he packed that guitar in a cardboard case, Put on a tie, learned to keep a straight face. Married young, bought that house, Kept his fire low, in a secret place. Friday nights by the TV light, Beer in hand, don’t feel right. You could see it flashed in his eyes — Like a spark he couldn’t hide. [Chorus] But there’s a war no one can see When a man ain’t who he’s meant to be. Yeah the hardest blow, It’s when you're too scared to be free. When the river’s runs free, Will he finally be who he’s meant to be. [Verse 3] One July down by the county fair, Band didn’t show, they needed a spare. Someone said, “Henry used to play…” He smiled at the call, and joined in that day. He grabbed his guitar, dust on the frame, Fingers found chords, he remembered his name. The crowd gathered ‘round, the music took flight, And Henry felt alive in the warm summer light. [Chorus] But there’s a war no one can see When a man ain’t who he’s meant to be. Yeah the hardest blow, It’s when you're too scared to be free. When the river’s runs free, Will he finally be who he’s meant to be. [Bridge] Hands on strings, he felt the years unwind, Every note left a memory behind. He played for hope, for all he could be, The boy he was, now finally free. [Chorus] But there’s a war no one can see When a man ain’t who he’s meant to be. Yeah the hardest blow, It’s when you're too scared to be free. When the river’s runs free, Will he finally be who he’s meant to be. [Outro] From the little town to the county fair by the river line, Henry found his voice, let his spirit shine. The war inside him finally ceased, And the man he’s meant to be, now lives in peace. ’Cause the real violence we never see Is killing the man we’re born to be