The Storm

Verse one: Chaos in my skull, a storm that won't break-daughter on my lap, son's laugh awakes. Fleeting moments weld like sparks in the night, every tick of the clock steals 'em out of my sight. Chorus: Golden paths ahead, success in the flame-torch in my fist but I'm calling their name. Push like the welder, no time to be weak-storm in my head just repeats what they speak. Verse two: Rod dips down, blue-white light explodes, teaching 'em grit while the molten stuff holds. Sweat hits my brow, same as tears when they're grown-can't freeze every second, but I'll make it known: every bead I lay down is a promise I keep, stronger than steel, deeper than sleep. Bridge: And the fire inside? Same as the torch-no off switch, no mercy, it just keeps me scorched. But I'd rather burn bright than fade out cold-let the chaos refine me, let the future unfold. Outro: So I grind, I glow, I never let go-family's the anchor, the storm's just the show. Bonds can't be broken, they'll outlast the rust... one bead at a time, in sparks we trust.
Verse one:
Chaos in my skull, a storm that won’t break—
daughter on my lap, son’s laugh awakes.
Fleeting moments weld like sparks in the night,
every tick of the clock steals ‘em out of my sight.
Chorus:
Golden paths ahead, success in the flame—
torch in my fist but I’m calling their name.
Push like the welder, no time to be weak—
storm in my head just repeats what they speak.
Verse two:
Rod dips down, blue-white light explodes,
teaching ‘em grit while the molten stuff holds.
Sweat hits my brow, same as tears when they’re grown—
can’t freeze every second, but I’ll make it known:
every bead I lay down is a promise I keep,
stronger than steel, deeper than sleep.
Bridge:
And the fire inside? Same as the torch—
no off switch, no mercy, it just keeps me scorched.
But I’d rather burn bright than fade out cold—
let the chaos refine me, let the future unfold.
Outro:
So I grind, I glow, I never let go—
family’s the anchor, the storm’s just the show.
Bonds can’t be broken, they’ll outlast the rust…
one bead at a time, in sparks we trust.
Verse three:
Dawn cracks open, I’m back at the bench—
coffee gone cold, but the hunger don’t quench.
Daughter’s first weld, tiny mask on her face—
sparks kiss the air, light up her brave little space.
Son counts the beads, one-two-three in a row,
says “Daddy, that’s us—strong, steady, and slow.”
I nod through the smoke, throat tight as the seam,
every lesson I burn in is part of their dream.
Chorus:
Golden paths ahead, success in the flame—
torch in my fist but I’m calling their name.
Push like the welder, no time to be weak—
storm in my head just repeats what they speak.
Verse four:
Years roll like slag, gray streaks in my beard,
but the rod still sings true, no tremor, no fear.
They’re taller than me now, helmets their own—
building their futures on steel that I’ve sown.
I watch from the sidelines, heart hammering loud,
proud as the arc when the metal’s allowed
to cool into shape, uncrackable, sure—
my blood in their veins, my fire in their core.
Bridge:
And the fire inside? Same as the torch—
no off switch, no mercy, it just keeps me scorched.
But I’d rather burn bright than fade out cold—
let the chaos refine me, let the future unfold.
Verse five:
Night shift again, moon hangs like a bead,
I’m welding their names on a plate they won’t need
’til I’m long gone rust. Still, the gesture feels right—
a quiet rebellion against endless night.
Grandkids on the way, stories to ignite,
how Grandpa fought storms with nothing but light.
The shop smells of ozone, of sweat, and of home—
every scar on my hands is a mile we’ve roamed.
Outro (extended):
So I grind, I glow, I never let go—
family’s the anchor, the storm’s just the show.
Bonds can’t be broken, they’ll outlast the rust…
one bead at a time, in sparks we trust.
From cradle to crater, from spark to the dust,
we burn, we build, we earn their trust.
Torch down, eyes up—legacy’s just begun,
in the heat of the heart, we are 

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