Dedicated When The Ground Won't Hold

Keep the line tight.
No slack in the storm.
Ollifax.
I stay dedicated
when the ground won't hold.
Frost in my chest,
but the blood runs bold.
Keep the line tight,
don't let me drift.
Hard times come
I don't switch.
Metronome step
through the damage
and noise.
No soft path
for hard made boys.
I don't need control,
I need aim.
Pain gets loud I
stay the same.
Long nights,
low heat,
roof still leaking.
Old scars wake
when the floor starts creaking.
Everybody talks
when the sun sits high.
Few still move
when the hope runs dry.
I learned in the cold
where the weak rope snaps.
One hand slips,
then the whole crew cracks.
So I tie my word
to the ones I trust.
Iron in the lungs,
boots in the dust.
No shortcut road,
no clean escape.
No pretty lie
with a polished face.
I don't fold
for the weight I chose.
I sharpen slow
where the pressure grows.
Tick.
Step.
Breathe.
Still got people
counting on me.
Grip.
Pull.
Rise.
No surrender in these eyes.
I stay dedicated
when the ground won't hold.
Frost in my chest,
but the blood runs bold.
Keep the line tight,
don't let me drift.
Hard times come
I don't switch.
Metronome step
through the damage
and noise.
No soft path
for hard made boys.
I don't need control,
I need aim.
Pain gets loud I
stay the same.
Redline mind,
but the hands stay calm.
Heartbeat kicks
like a distant bomb.
Memory gaps try to
cut my thread.
Still wake up
and earn my bread.
Ain't no crown
for surviving the night.
Just cold black coffee
and another fight.
I respect the ones
with dirt in their nails.
The ones who build
when the whole thing fails.
Welders,
riggers,
loggers,
crews.
Men who lose
but refuse to lose.
That's the code
when the blizzard bites.
Hold the tether.
Keep the line tight.
When the money runs low
and the ghosts walk near,
I don't make deals
with fear.
When the road goes black
and the engine cries,
I breathe three times
and keep my eyes.
I stay dedicated
when the ground won't hold.
Frost in my chest,
but the blood runs bold.
Keep the line tight,
don't let me drift.
Hard times come
I don't switch.
Metronome step
through the damage
and noise.
No soft path
for hard made boys.
I don't need control,
I need aim.
Pain gets loud I
stay the same.
Line tight.
Pulse slow.
North Star above.
Still moving.