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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Naututu

In lands of dreams and tempest's sway,
There walks a lady bold, Naututu they say,
With eyes ablaze, and spirit untamed,
She carries her creed, unsullied, unclaimed.

"We fight until the bell rings," she cries,
No compromise, no compromise,
In every stride, in every fray,
Her anthem rings, night and day.

Through valleys deep, and mountains high,
Naututu marches 'neath the sky,
With courage fierce, she leads the way,
Her mantra guiding, come what may.

In battles fierce, where shadows loom,
Naututu stands, dispelling gloom,
With heart unyielding, and sword held high,
She faces darkness, without a sigh.

For in her veins, a fire burns bright,
A flame of hope, amidst the night,
"We fight until the bell rings," she chants,
A creed that echoes, a warrior's dance.

So let us heed her call to arms,
Embrace her creed, amidst life's harms,
For in the struggle, we find our might,
And in the fight, we claim our right.

Oh, Naututu, lady brave and true,
Your philosophy, we shall pursue,
For in your spirit, we find our way,
"We fight until the bell rings," we say.

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