I am a man made of thunder and scars,
who rises again though he falls apart.
I’m built from longing and restless doubt,
from silent storms that never burn out.
Inside my chest I hold a map
of dreams awake and fears asleep.
I’m half of what I’m yet to be,
and half of what I meant to keep.
I am a man who loves so deep,
reborn in every broken part.
Half aching soul, half rising strength,
yet whole inside my beating heart.
I walk the road without a path,
but still I go, still I believe.
I am a man who makes himself
with every breath I breathe.
I’m shaped by oceans and memories kept,
by friends who stayed when the nights were heavy.
By travels stitching open wounds
and laughter keeping my spirit steady.
I carry fire behind my eyes,
a quiet courage, fierce and true.
I’m half of fear and half of hope,
yet whole in everything I do.
I am a man who loves so deep,
reborn in every broken part.
Half aching soul, half rising strength,
yet whole inside my beating heart.
I walk the road without a path,
but still I go, still I believe.
I am a man who makes himself
with every breath I breathe.
If life demands a bravery
I have not learned to hold,
I still step forward anyway—
that’s where my courage unfolds.
I am a man who loves so deep,
who turns his scars into a flame.
I am the road, I am the storm,
I’m every version I became.
I walk ahead though I don’t see,
my heart the only guide I own.
I am a man rebuilt by hope,
and never walking alone.
