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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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Missed the Years

You praise their light, so fierce, so bright,  
But never glimpsed their endless night.  
You see the crown, the gold, the gain,  
Yet missed the years of silent pain.  

The hands you clap, the names you cheer,  
Once trembled, shackled, bound by fear.  
They walked through storms, they fought through doubt,  
When no one watched, when none spoke out.  

The battles waged behind closed doors,  
The shattered dreams upon cold floors.  
The nights they bled, the days they cried,  
The silent wars they kept inside.  

Every triumph, every name,  
Rose from ashes, walked through flame.  
The ones you praise, the ones who shine,  
Once crawled through darkness—just like mine.

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