Keep traveling on
Keep going straight
Bumps in the dark
Don’t let them break you
Keep your eyes open
Eyes on the prize
Don’t let them take you
Don’t let them break you
Iron fist
Busted and broken
Remember one rule
Iron sharpens iron
They’ve got your strength
They know your words
They’re apart of the darkest
Bits of your soul
Broken, battered
Bloodied and bruised
Don’t let them take you
Don’t let them make you
It’s not who you are
Just something you do
Don’t let them break you
Don’t let them take you
They know who you are
Maybe better than you
They’re apart of the darkest
Bits of your soul
About the Creator
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