Ironclad
Like bees buzzing into the night
I watch my iron sparks fly
But like my hardy steel before me
I don't change because days pass by.
What am I worth as a man? A smith
If I'm changed without resistance?
What will I be as a father, a husband
Without patience or persistence?
I place my steel back into the forge
A cherry red it glows
Against the anvil, I change its shape
With steady hammer blows
My love lives a hundred and twenty miles away
My grandma has forgotten my name
But I embrace the heartache, trials and tears
For they act as my flame
As I grind my new blade into shape
And quench it in linseed oil
I'm reminded why steel is used in battle
And steel firearms recoil
For I, like steel, am set ablaze
By trials my life has had
Shaped and tempered but spirit staying the same
Held by my Creator, IRONCLAD