The Working Man

In the dawn's first light, he wakes with a sigh Faces the world, beneath a weary sky The weight of the day, upon his shoulders lies A working man's struggle, seen through tired eyes Yet he marches on, through the stormy night A beacon of hope, in the fading light For those he loves, he'll stand and fight In the darkest hours, he'll find his might Yet he marches on, through the stormy night A beacon of hope, in the fading light For those he loves, he'll stand and fight In the darkest hours, he'll find his might The clock ticks away, each moment a test In the grind of life, there is no rest Anxieties whisper, like shadows they press But he carries on, though his heart's in distress Yet he marches on, through the stormy night A beacon of hope, in the fading light For those he loves, he'll stand and fight In the darkest hours, he'll find his might Yet he marches on, through the stormy night A beacon of hope, in the fading light For those he loves, he'll stand and fight In the darkest hours, he'll find his might Depression's shadow, a looming dread Tries to pull him down, with words unsaid But in his soul, a fire's fed By dreams of tomorrow, where fears are shed Yet he marches on, through the stormy night A beacon of hope, in the fading light For those he loves, he'll stand and fight In the darkest hours, he'll find his might With every dawn, a promise new A working man's spirit, strong and true Through every struggle, he'll renew His vow to rise, to push on through