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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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Fighting Shadows

I stand at the edge of tomorrow,  
But my feet are tangled in yesterday,  
Chained by regrets, old wounds still hollow,  
Fighting battles that never fade away.  

Each step I take, the past pulls tighter,  
A silent ghost I cannot see,  
Whispers of failure grow ever brighter,  
While the present waits, calling to me.  

I swing my sword at phantom fears,  
But the enemy lies deep within,  
Not in the now, but in the years,  
Where dreams were lost, and hope grew thin.  

Yet what is gone cannot be changed,  
Though I keep replaying the same old scenes,  
It's time to shift, to rearrange,  
And fight the fight that freedom means.  

So I loosen the grip of what I know,  
And step into the light ahead,  
No longer fighting the undertow—  
I’ll live for now, not the things long dead.

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