Intro

Bratan, stand tall—this road is ours.

Verse 1

You came through the cold with your hands scraped raw,

Kept your word when the easy way called.

Every hard mile put steel in your stride,

Every closed door taught you how to climb.

You don’t need luck, you’ve got nerve and a name,

You turn that pressure to fuel for the flame.

Look at me now—there’s no backing away,

We build our tomorrow from what we do today.

Pre-Chorus

When the ground gives way beneath your feet,

Hold your line, keep your pulse on beat.

Shoulder to shoulder, we carry the weight—

One more step, and we change our fate.

Chorus