Maker
scarred heart fucked history
from a beat dog
to an iron lion
road paved with trouble
pain spilled on both sides
you lost ten thousand rounds
tragic never folding
colosseum couldn’t keep you
hold on tight
as long as you can
find your sun
feel the heat
if you could zoom out
you’d see that
there’s only one path
a galactic ladder
mountains and mineshafts
demons dig holes
you carry a leather pouch
full of salt
and a silver sword
your core’s a volcano
all the dirt you dealt in
won’t define you
you’ll forge a fresh tomorrow
alive and grateful