In the Panhandle winds howl and bite,

Through the dust, I walk without a sight.

Scarred skin tells tales of pain and fight,

Enduring storms, I stand so right.

Drifting miles, no place to call home,

Under skies where shadows play their game.

Each step forward, a silent tone,

Resilience, my heart’s flame.

Through the grit, through the grime,

I keep moving, I keep climbing.

No matter the storm, no matter the climb,

I won’t stop, I won’t quit.

In the Panhandle, I’ve learned to thrive,

With every scar, I grow inside.

Through the pain, through the drive,

My strength shines, it will not hide.

Lost in the night, under the stars,

I find my path, I find my bars.

With each breath, I face the scars,

In the Panhandle, I’ll never falter.

From the ashes, I rise again,

With the wind, I spread my wings.

In this land, I am a king,

Resilient, I will never bend.

Through the grit, through the grime,

I keep moving, I keep climbing.

No matter the storm, no matter the climb,

I won’t stop, I won’t quit.

In the Panhandle, I’ve learned to thrive,

With every scar, I grow inside.

Through the pain, through the drive,

My strength shines, it will not hide.