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Lyrics
You look at other men, their lives look clean,
Their steel is sharp, their wins are seen.
You feel the weight, you call yourself done—
“Failure” is the name you’ve won.
Verse 2
Comparison cuts like rust on the blade,
It steals your fire, makes your own work fade.
Hubris says “I’m less” or “I’m more than they,”
Both lies keep you chained the same way.
Verse 3
But pull yourself aside, no crowd, no show,
Name it straight: “This is what I know.
I own the breaks, the stumbles, the fall—
No excuses, no blame on the wall.”
Chorus
This is my iron, this is my choice!
I own what’s mine, I raise my voice.
No more shadows of another man’s fight—
I choose to change, I walk my own light.
Bridge (spoken slow, like a promise to yourself)
The map is the idea of who you could be…
Your feet on the ground make the land you see.
Verse 4
Self-respect stands when the hammer rings true,
Not puffed-up pride that hides the real you.
Fix what is broken, one step at a time—
Help comes quiet, no shame in the climb.
Final Chorus (louder, voices joining if others are there)
This is my iron, this is my choice!
I own what’s mine, I raise my voice!
For me, for mine, and the road ahead—
True and strong is how I’m led.
Details
GeneratedApr 28, 2026
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Heavy Western, harmonica, church bells, guitar, deep male growling voice, tired old man, trumpet, western guitar solo
Credits
Prompt byPrometheus
ModelAria v5.5
