[Intro ] Thunder over the depot, whistle cuts the night Red clay dust, pine-scented wind, courthouse dome in the light Under flicker of Main Street, where the streetlamps hang low Marshall breathes in iron and hope, and the cold Kansas wind blows [Verse 1] On the courthouse square bench a tin cup catches change A folded photograph, a name worn down by rain A borrowed blanket, patched and thin, wrapped tight around his knees Calloused hands that fixed the rails, now hold cups to please Steam from a coffee shop drifting past the Grande Theatre glow Train tracks humming like a memory—slow, steady, low Faces lined with morning lines, eyes like embered coal Each step on Commerce echoes what resilience stole [Pre-Chorus ] From Harrison County steps to the depot by the tracks We carry stories in our pockets, not just the nights we lack Soft thunder in the distance, a church bell and a sigh We walk the edge of sunrise, where heartbreak meets the sky [Chorus ] Under Marshall streetlights, we raise our voices, never back Homeless but human, we stand, we don't fade to black We lift the little things — a tin cup, a photograph, a borrowed coat We raise our voices, loud and clear, and keep the world afloat [Verse 2 — Quiet] A woman hums a lullaby beneath the awning's frayed seam A child's laugh from behind the laundromat, a small, honest beam She folds a jacket over shoulders, tucks a note into a glove “Keep warm,” it says in shaky ink — an ordinary kind of love Rain soft on the depot roof, a hush that heals the wound Two strangers share a blanket where the streetlight hums the tune The scene grows intimate and small, not trophies, not a fight Just human breath in cold night air, seeking the morning light [Pre-Chorus ] From Harrison County steps to the depot by the tracks We carry stories in our pockets, not just the nights we lack Soft thunder in the distance, a church bell and a sigh We walk the edge of sunrise, where heartbreak meets the sky [Chorus ] Under Marshall streetlights, we raise our voices, never back Homeless but human, we stand, we don't fade to black We lift the little things — a tin cup, a photograph, a borrowed coat We raise our voices, loud and clear, and keep the world afloat [Bridge — Melodic, Rising] Quiet now, hear the hands that once built the rail and road Hear the names carved in the back of an old worn tote “We are here,” they whisper — fragile, fierce, and kind We are more than passing shadows the headlines leave behind [Breakdown — Heavy, Rhythmic] Guitars grind like freight wheels, drums pulse like heartbeats fast No banners, no brigades — just people holding on to the past No war cries, no attacks — just a vow to stand intact Metal chords for the broken, a promise: never back [Final Chorus ] Under Marshall streetlights, we raise our voices, never back Homeless but human, we stand, we don't fade to black We lift the little things — a tin cup, a photograph, a borrowed coat We raise our voices, loud and clear, and keep the world,