You stand before me, fists clenched in pride
Shouting strength is somethin' fate provides
But weapons made without the pain
Shatters, worthless, beneath the strain

A hammer alone is nothing
until you lift it!
Steel is but a whisper
until the forge has kissed it!

Fire shapes, fire bends
fire tempers, fire mends
Strength is not given, boy
You forge it in the end!

No fire burns forever
if it’s left to stand alone
No blade is ever sharpened
if it’s never felt the stone
Strength is not a birthright
nor a gift from kings or gods
It is the fire in your heart
that defies the odds
It is the pain of failure
the lessons from each scar
It is the anvil’s judgment
that speaks to who you are

Strike the iron, raise the pyre!
Cut the weakness, feed the fire!

A hammer alone is nothing
until you lift it!
Steel is but a whisper
until the forge has kissed it!

Fire shapes, fire bends
fire tempers, fire mends
Strength is not given, boy
you forge it in the end!