The loneliness of life and life’s bright face shines,

‎The circumstances of the world that keep the wise calm,

‎Dreams and hopes of men that found no ground,

‎The heirloom of the world not for the wonderer

‎But comes as wonder to the acting warder; the hard man.

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‎The challenges of life make the heart disown its kin.

‎Will the darkened spot continue to be?

‎It must surely be whitened.

‎Will the prodigal continue to be lost?

‎They must find their way back to the bosom

‎Only the hard man.

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‎Who will be what he decided to be in the face of no “be”?

‎Who will let loneliness shine and take no cover?

‎Who will urge his smile in the face of disaster?

‎Who will bring hope and dreams to fertile lands?

‎The hard man.

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‎Who will punch the beautiful face of life’s troubles?

‎Who will not rest until the charcoal dark is whitened?

‎Who will bring back the lost?

‎The hard man.

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‎When storms rage fierce and shadows grow darker,

‎When whispers of doubt attempt to make him fall,

‎He stands unshaken, firm in his desire

‎The world’s heavy burden carried by the hard man.

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‎For in his hands lie beams of fire,

‎Planted deep in the deep night.

‎Through grass and grace, he’ll always withstand,

‎The silent strength of the hard man.

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