I Won’t Stop
Kenny Tomlin
I won’t stop when the night turns cold,
when the map runs out and the road feels old.
I’ll chase that spark in a sky of rust,
paint my name in the red dusk dust.
Heartbeat drums like a freight-train wheel,
every mile scar is a medal I seal.
Thunder can roar, rivers can rise—
I’ll ford every tear that fills my eyes.
I won’t stop till the shadows sing,
till broken dreams grow back their wings.