Intro
Coal dust settled soft like snow that never melts
Basket balanced steady, a load nobody else felt
Bare feet on gravel before the roosters woke
Called the rag her crown before the crown was a joke
Verse
She was up before the church bell, tying cloth around her head
Twist the rag into a ring, called it her crown instead
Filled the basket with the coal she picked up off the rail line
Six miles to the market square, counted every mile in time
Feet grew hard like leather, cracked but never bled through
Said the road don't owe you comfort, only what you push it to
Sold the coal for pennies, kept one penny for the church
Left the rest to feed us five, said hunger was her search
Men would watch her passing, never offered up a ride
Said a woman with a crown don't need to walk beside no pride
Winter turned her breath to smoke, summer turned her back to salt
Never missed a market day, never once would call it fault
I was seven, walked beside her, watched her balance never shift
Asked her how she carried it, she said it's not the weight, it's the gift
Said the load become the throne once you learn to hold it right
That's the only kind of royal that survived past the night
Chorus
Sable crown, bare feet, that's the walk that set us free
Every mile she paid