Hard Times Ride First

Fire don’t break a man. It shapes him.

Weak men fold when the storm gets loud, Strong men stand and face the crowd. Weak men cry when the night turns black, Strong men burn and don’t look back.

Ashes on the anvil, sparks in the sky, Strong men live while the weak men die. Don’t be the fool who bends to the flame— Be the man that earns his name.

Weak men hide when the fire starts, Strong men fight with iron hearts. Weak men beg when the road turns hard, Strong men cut their mark in scars.

Ashes on the anvil, sparks in the sky, Strong men live while the weak men die. Don’t be the coward, fallin’ apart— Be the man with a burnin’ heart.

Steel remembers. Flesh forgets.

Ashes on the anvil, ringing like a bell, Strong men rise where the weak men fell. Don’t be the lost one, cryin’ for light— Be the strong man, forged in the fight.

The fire tells the truth. The weak never listen.

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