Brayden's Wrong Turn

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[Verse 1]
On the front porch swing, Brayden speaks his mind,
In a voice that's loud and clear, he ain’t the subtle kind.
He talks about the man, he thinks can do no wrong,
But to me, Brayden's tune is a twisted, stubborn song.

[Verse 2]
In the diner late at night, over coffee black and strong,
He rants about his views, like he's preaching to the throng.
He praises the one who divides and builds walls,
But to me, Brayden’s truth ain't anything at all.

[Chorus]
Oh Brayden, you’re my friend, but we see different skies,
You stand by the flames, while I see through the lies.
Our world ain't the same, through those red-tinted eyes,
Oh Brayden, you're my friend, but your truth ain't mine.

[Verse 3]
Down Main Street in old trucks, we both grew in this town,
But politics have turned us, turned smiles into frowns.
You shout promises broken, yet still, you believe,
While I shake my head, at the webs these words weave.

[Verse 4]
Out in the fields, where the cornrows bend and sway,
We've plowed the same earth, yet diverged on the way.
Your hero seems tall, but I see shadows long cast,
In this land we call home, where the future meets the past.

[Chorus]
Oh Brayden, you’re my friend, but we see different skies,
You stand by the flames, while I see through the lies.
Our world ain't the same, through those red-tinted eyes,
Oh Brayden, you're my friend, but your truth ain't mine.