He rises with the dawn, the work's never done,
Trading hours for promises, under the blazing sun,
Six days of hard toil, just to make ends meet,
For a boss who's never there, and a factory that's a beast.
Watching the trucks roll in, then out again,
Burning diesel fuel, while the days just blend.

He's splitting midnight hours, the cycle never ends,
God only knows why he fights through the night,
Holding on to dreams, though the truth feels like a lie,
He's burning the midnight oil, with tears he won't cry.

He's bleeding out his soul for a dream that's out of reach,
Long hours, hard work, every breaths' a grueling speech,
Sweat on the steel, and hope on the line,
Burning the candle at both ends, fighting against time,
For his kids, his faith, and a country's promise scorned,
He's giving six for one, on this path he's worn.

He's got scars from the past, cold beers to numb the pain,
Lost loves, heartbreak, and the endless strain,
A hard man never cries, though the truth turns to lies,
He's holding on tight to a dream that never dies.

Every drop of sweat, every aching bone,
He's carving out a path for the seeds he's sown,
Promises made under a weary sky,
He's living for moments that money can't buy.

A hard man never cries, though the truth turns to lies,
He's pushing through the storm, with hope in his eyes,
for the ones he loves, the dream will never die.
In the end, when the sun sets on his endless fight,
He'll look back with pride, knowing he did right.
For the love that he gave and the dreams that he chased,
He's traded six for one, with nothing but faith.