Clock-in whistle cuts the morning cold,
He pulls on boots and a heart grown bold.
Worn-out denim, grease-stained pride,
Another day on the rugged side.
He laughs with the guys, keeps his story tight,
No one sees the storm he had to fight.
He built this life with quiet hands,
A gentle truth beneath the man.
(Pre-Chorus)
But when the sparks fly off that steel,
He feels the heat of something real.
He forged himself through fire’s glow—
More than anybody gets to know.
(Chorus)
’Cause he’s steel and skin,
Holding strong, holding in.
Walking tall like he always dreamed,
Living life in the in-betweens.
He ain’t hiding—he’s surviving,
Just choosing where his truth begins.
Yeah, he’s steel and skin,
And he’s stronger than he’s ever been.
(Verse 2)
Back-lot smoke and a lunch-pail grin,
He’s earned respect from every man there’s been.
They see his grit, not the chapters past,
The parts he shed to make this one last.
He carries scars like welded seams,
Proof of battles no one’s seen.
He’s not ashamed—just tired of explaining
A life he spent years reclaiming.
(Pre-Chorus)
When the compressor hums its low refrain,
It drowns the echoes of old pain.
He wipes his brow, breathes deep again—
He’s living now, not what he’s been.
(Chorus)
’Cause he’s steel and skin,
Holding strong, holding in.
Walking tall like he always dreamed,
Living life in the in-betweens.
He ain’t hiding—he’s surviving,
Just choosing where his truth begins.
Yeah, he’s steel and skin,
And he’s stronger than he’s ever been.
(Bridge)
Maybe one day he’ll lift the veil,
Let the truth ride out like a freight-line rail.
But for now, the secret’s his to keep,
Guarded quiet and buried deep.
Not out of fear, but peace of mind—
A promise to the boy he left behind.
(Final Chorus)
’Cause he’s steel and skin,
Forged by fire, built to win.
Standing here on his own terms,
Living life the way he’s earned.
He ain’t hiding—he’s deciding
Who gets to know the miles he’s been.
Yeah, he’s steel and skin…
And he’s finally feeling whole again.
Wildpaw