Intro
Furnace door glows orange like a wound that won't close
Foreman called him Allfather, don't nobody know why he chose
Molten metal pours slow, patient as a psalm
I was seven in the doorway, watching fire in his palm
Verse
Foundry floor, ninety-four, heat like a held breath
Papers said explosion, we just called it his death
He poured steel for forty years, hands like tempered bark
Taught me sparks don't burn you if you learn to read the dark
Every scar he wore was a ledger of the trade
Said the metal keeps the record better than the wage they paid
Union hall gave a plaque, mama hung it on the wall
Bronze don't feed a family, bronze don't answer when you call
I dropped out at sixteen, took his gloves off the shelf
Melted down his old ring, poured a blade to know myself
Foreman said the boy's too young to run a forge alone
Watched me pour that iron till the shape became my own
Slag and cinder in my lungs like a second kind of blood
Every burn's a signature written before