Iron Engine Drives

Hammered clocks and neon rain,

metal lungs inhale the ache again.

Wires hum like a cold refrain,

pale streetlight feasts on the strain.

Forty-something gears grind in the chest,

hands tremble, pockets empty, no rest.

Mind stings with a calendar full of debt,

the rent's a tempest and my prayers are wet.

I found her smile in a world that begs for noise,

she’s the bright switch in my gray-tuned void.

But the factory doors closed with a verdict of fate,

now I chase a pulse through this steel-tinged gate.

Contracts crumble into dust and ash,

the billfold dreads every midnight clash.

Electric tongues bite through the night,

the fridge sighs like a hollowed-out pipe.

I dial the future with a shaky grip,

counting every hour on a broken lip.

Gas lamps flicker, the street grows cold,

and I barter faith for a story told.

Lord, lift me from this grind, hear my plea,

give me back the rhythm I can’t see.

If love can bloom in iron and fire,

let mercy blaze, take me higher.

Hold this tired body through the storm,

let the heart find a way to warm.

In the noise, in the ache, I’ll stand,

bless this stubborn, hopeful man.

The job papers vanish like a dissident scream,

the clock on the wall becomes a horror screen.

The car sighs coins into the night,

fuel the dream I’m keeping tight.

She dances in memories, a spark in the rain,

a whisper that I won’t fail again.

I’m wrestling with gravity, with the price of air,

prayers map a route through the industrial glare.

Lord, lift me from this grind, hear my plea,

give me back the rhythm I can’t see.

If love can bloom in iron and fire,

let mercy blaze, take me higher.

Hold this tired body through the storm,

let the heart find a way to warm.

In the noise, in the ache, I’ll stand,

bless this stubborn, hopeful man.

Dust in the vents, a hymn in disguise,

electric angels with steel-blue eyes.

I’ll trade despair for a stubborn spark,

light a fuse where fear leaves its mark.

If the bread is thin and the nights collide,

I’ll sing your compass on the midnight tide.

Let the drums of the city drum for us,

a cadence of faith when the world’s devious.

Lord, lift me from this grind, hear my plea,

give me back the rhythm I can’t see.

If love can bloom in iron and fire,

let mercy blaze, take me higher.

Hold this tired body through the storm,

let the heart find a way to warm.

In the noise, in the ache, I’ll stand,

bless this stubborn, hopeful man.

Rain on rust, a vow to rise,

one breath, one fight, one sunrise.

Grateful for what you have, love it

Care for what you have, to keep it

Work today,

work tomorrow,

I won’t borrow,

Footsteps of pain and sorrow

Worried about tomorrow

Lost before I even tried

I push forward, in the tears I cried

I stand firm I stand seen I won’t hide.

Walk with him by your side

He has seen your struggles

Your faith is your power

You won’t quit

You’ll get through all of it

Alignment is here, trust it

Open up to the sky