Red sky opening over busted wire,
Morning came in dressed like fire.

I been low where the cold stays late,
Hands in the dark, still testing the weight.
Whole life felt like a rusted machine,
Trying not to break where the pressure leaned.
But the wind changed tone on the edge of the hill,
Like the hurt lost grip, but the truth stayed still.
I could feel that light in the back of my chest,
Not clean, not soft — just harder to kill.

So let it rise.
Let it come rough.
I don’t need easy —
I just need enough
to take one more step
and not look down.

There’s a red sky calling me higher,
Pulling my name through the smoke and the wire.
I got ash on my boots, but a live heart still beating,
And the daybreak hit different when the night had teeth.
I’m not who I was when the flood came through —
Now I move like a man with a better view.

I’ve had loss ride close like a shadowed car,
Had doubt talk loud from the side of the yard.
Had old fear knock with a familiar hand,
Tryna make me bow where I used to stand.
But I learned some faith from a bad back road,
Learned some peace where the black rain rolled.
Now the whole horizon got a burn to it,
And I’m done mistaking survival for gold.

Let it rise.
Let it come clean.
Some things get holy
when they’ve split at the seams.
I got both eyes up
and my weight underneath.

There’s a red sky calling me higher,
Pulling my name through the smoke and the wire.
I got ash on my boots, but a live heart still beating,
And the daybreak hit different when the night had teeth.
I’m not who I was when the flood came through —
Now I move like a man with a better view.

Oh — let the light hit hard now,
Let it find every scar.
Oh — I came this far burning,
I’m not afraid of who we are.
Oh — if the dawn wants my witness,
I’ll give it all I’ve got.
I was built in the wreckage,
Now watch me rise out of it.

There’s a red sky calling me higher,
No more dragging my hope through the briar.
I got ash on my boots, but my hands stay steady,
And the soul gets louder when the heart gets ready.
I’m not who I was when the flood came through —
I got a hard-earned pulse and a cleaner view.
Yeah, the red sky calling me higher...
And I’m finally strong enough to answer to it.

Red sky opening over busted wire...
Morning came in, and I walked straight toward it.