Weld On, Papa Penn

In the glow of the arc, with a heart so true,

Guided by the words of my old man, Papa Penn, too.

Every spark, every weld, a prayer, a vow,

To weld on, to stand tall, no matter how.

2015, stepping into the fire, dreams in my eyes,

Walking through the sparks, under the open skies.

Papa whispered softly, words carved in my soul,

'Weld with your heart, let your passion take control.'

When the world feels cold, and the night is long,

His voice still echoes, keeps me strong.

"Guidance in the flame, strength in the sound,

Weld on, my son, where hope is found."

Weld on, guide my hands, Papa Penn, to the end,

Your wisdom lives in every arc I bend.

Weld on, through pain, through tear-streaked rain,

In every drop of sweat, I feel your name.

February came, a final breath, a silent goodbye,

But your spirit welds my dreams, it will never die.

In every spark I cast, in every shining seam,

Your love flows through me, a endless stream.

So I’ll keep welding on, with my heart in the song,

Because Papa Penn's words are forever strong.

Weld on, guide my hands, Father, hear my plea,

In this craft, your legacy, will always be with me.