I got iron under skin, you just never saw the forge.
I learned to carry winter like a kingdom on my shoulders.
Every scar became a rune, every silence built a border.
Iron under skin. (Still warm.)

I stopped explaining storms to people standing underneath roofs.
They called my quiet weakness, I called it gathering proof.
I buried every answer where the frozen rivers move.
Some truths grow heavier when you drag them into view.

Hold the line, hold the flame.
Let the winter learn my name. (Again.)

I wore the night like leather, never asked it to be kind.
Every door that shut behind me left a sharper man outside.
I don't need a crown to know exactly where I stand.
The weight beneath my ribs was always mine to command.

Pain is a blade until you learn the handle.
Then it becomes a tool.

I got iron under skin, you just never saw the forge.
I learned to carry winter like a kingdom on my shoulders.
Every scar became a rune, every silence built a border.
Iron under skin. (Still here.)