Man Before Metal

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Man Before Metal Lyrics written by: David Wolfe [Intro] "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might..." [Verse I] Morning broke on tar and timber where the rising sunlight fell, Hammer rang against the rafters like the iron voice of bell. Calloused hands that shaped the rooftops where the restless skylines grew, Every nail a quiet promise driven deep and driven true. He would climb the wooden ladders where the open heavens roared, Standing tall above the city where the working men are forged. Wind would lash against his jacket, summer burned upon his skin, Yet the strength within his shoulders held the storming world within. Not a king, nor saint, nor legend crowned in gold or sacred petal— Just a man who built the heavens long before the age of metal. [Pre-Chorus] Every sunrise crowned his labor, every evening sealed the cost— Steel and thunder had not found him, fate had not yet marked its loss. He was simply flesh and breath before the shadow crossed. [Chorus] He was man before metal, standing high against the sky, Every rooftop like a kingdom where the earth and clouds collide. He was man before metal, strong enough to face the wind, Every scar a quiet story written deep beneath the skin. In the blaze of honest labor where the working spirits dwell, You could hear the hymn of hammers ringing louder than a bell. No machine had claimed his heartbeat, no cold iron held his frame— Just the fire of stubborn living burning brightly in his name. Yet the gears of unseen time would one day settle their demand… But for now the world was held within a working man’s two hands. [Verse II] Evenings fell with smoke and silence curling softly through the air, Stories drifting through the twilight like a father’s patient prayer. Every laugh a spark of sunlight in the quiet of the room, Every word a steady anchor keeping darker tides from doom. He would speak of storms and summers, of the roofs beneath his feet, Of the pride a man can carry in the labor he completes. But the years move slow and silent like a shadow on the wall, And the hammer of tomorrow waits to answer every call. Though the body bears its strength like iron forged in living mettle— Even mountains someday bow before the march of unseen metal. [Pre-Chorus] Still the sunrise crowned his labor, still the skyline knew his name— Fate had not yet shown the iron that would rewrite flesh and frame. For a moment in the world, he stood unchanged. [Chorus] He was man before metal, standing high against the sky, Every rooftop like a kingdom where the earth and clouds collide. He was man before metal, strong enough to face the wind, Every scar a quiet story written deep beneath the skin. In the blaze of honest labor where the working spirits dwell, You could hear the hymn of hammers ringing louder than a bell. No machine had claimed his heartbeat, no cold iron held his frame— Just the fire of stubborn living burning brightly in his name. Yet the gears of unseen time would one day settle their demand… But for now the world was held within a working man’s two hands. [Bridge] The wind remembers every roof he raised against the storm, Every nail that carved his legacy in quiet working form. And though the years would bring a trial neither hammer could repel, Still the sky would keep the memory of the man who climbed it well. For before the iron heartbeat and the surgeon’s silent art— There was strength no steel could ever hope to match within his heart. [Spoken Whisper] “My father always told me… where steel is… hair don’t grow.” [Final Chorus] He was man before metal, stronger far than steel could be, Every rooftop like a monument to stubborn dignity. He was man before metal, unafraid to face the gale, Every scar a shining banner of a life that would not fail. Let the years bring iron thunder, let the surgeons claim their role— Still the man who faced the heavens carved his name within the soul. Though the gears of fate were turning where no mortal hand could meddle— All the world remembers first the man before the metal. [Outro] The ladders fade, the rooftops sleep beneath the setting sun, But every nail he drove remains to whisper what he’d done. For long before the steel and wires, the surgeons and the pain— There lived a man who faced the sky through thunder, fire, and rain. And even when the iron came to claim its silent medal… The sky remembered always the man before the metal. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New Album "Truth & Illusion" OUT NOW!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------