[Verse 1]
We’ve seen the ground take warriors whole and leave no trace to find,
Seen banners fall and hope go out like embers in the wind.
But when the line was broken and the horde came pressing through,
There stood a man who turned the loss to something new.
Steel in the dust, sky choked in flame and rain,
Every step he took defied what should have been his end.
Where others saw the end of all they had to give,
He saw a second breath—something else to live.
[Chorus]
He never stayed down when the ground was his to lose,
Turned defeat into the fight he’d choose.
When the night said “fall,” he said “not today,”
And the ending broke when he stepped that way.
What we called collapse, he called the start—
With steady hands and a stubborn heart.
He never stayed down—no matter the cost—
And somehow victory was never lost.
[Verse 2]
Above the Babe—our smallest ship in the sky—
Where bigger steel was ready to strike and die,
The wings came screaming, thinking they’d close the net,
That this was the place the tide would finally set.
But he read the wind like a map of the fight,
Turned their rushing strength into their own blight.
Every charge they made, every high-born dive,
Was the same mistake that kept him alive.
Where they pressed forward with everything they knew,
He bent the moment till it broke in two.
And when the sky should’ve swallowed that last small frame,
He carved out a path where none remained.
[Chorus]
He never stayed down when the sky was his to lose,
Turned their thunder into something he’d use.
When the horde took flight, he took the lead,
Made their strength become their need.
What we called collapse, he called the start—
A sharpened mind and a stubborn heart.
He never stayed down—through fire and sky—
And made their victory pass him by.
[Verse 3]
And we’ve seen him lifted by hands too strong,
A man in the grip where he didn’t belong.
The kind that says “this is where you end,”
The kind that breaks most men and bends them.
But the hold slipped wrong, just for a breath,
A shift in weight that turned near-death.
And what looked certain, what looked done—
Became the fall of the other one.
The stronger man met the earth instead,
And the one they counted out stood in his stead.
No grand speech, no cry, no show—
Just the quiet way that some fighters know.
[Chorus]
He never stayed down when the ground was his to lose,
Turned their strength into the path he’d choose.
When they thought him beaten, thought him through,
He was already seeing what to do.
What we called collapse, he called the start—
A clear-eyed mind and a fighting heart.
He never stayed down—through every fall—
And that’s why we’re still standing at all.
[Outro]
So mark his name when the fires burn low,
When the stories are told of the days we know.
Not as one who never bled or fell,
But the one who turned defeat to living hell—for them.
He never stayed down.
ElCeviche
