Ashes on the Anvil

Hard times don’t break a man. They forge him.

Weak men hide when the fire grows, Strong men bleed but the whole world knows. Weak men pray for a softer land, Strong men build with calloused hands.

Ashes on the anvil, fire in my chest, Hard times made me stronger than the rest. Don’t be the coward, beggin’ for light— Be the strong man, forged in the fight.

Weak men fall when the storm runs wild, Strong men walk with the eyes of a child. Weak men break when the night turns long, Strong men rise and make it strong.

Ashes on the anvil, sparks in the sky, Strong men live while the weak men die. Don’t be the coward, runnin’ from pain— Be the strong man, forged in flame.

Steel remembers. Flesh forgets.

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