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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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No Will To Rise And Fight

A weight upon my chest, a leaden tear,
The world a stage, where shadows play my fear.
No spark of joy, no will to rise and fight,
Just empty halls where laughter used to light.

A man, they say, of grit and muscle strong,
Yet fragile threads to which I now belong.
My foolish steps, a path I chose to tread,
Have led me here, where hope seems almost dead.

The cloak of pride, a shield now worn too thin,
Conceals the cracks where sorrow seeps within.
Consequences, a serpent's cold embrace,
I built this cage, this lonely, hollow space.

But wait, a whisper, faint beneath the storm,
A tiny spark, a will to keep me warm.
Though darkness reigns, a truth I hold so dear,
This is not the end, there's brighter light to steer.

For even ruins hold a hidden grace,
A chance to mend, to find a stronger base.
With gentle steps, with tears that cleanse and heal,
I'll rise again, a purpose I will feel. 

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