This track is a blues-rooted reflection on the quiet labor that shapes a life—tools, tasks, instruments, and memories stacked not for glory, but for meaning. This song weaves poetic-grit with slide guitar soul, honoring the invisible work that rarely gets sung about. This track is a tribute to the makers, the fixers, the dreamers who build not for perfection, but for presence. Every verse hums with the ache of effort and the grace of choosing to keep going. My Pile doesn’t chase applause—it simply stands as testimony.