Thus I Wrote

The hammer falls, steel on steel
The fire, the heat and the dirt
The sweat and chaos of it all
The pleasure and the hurt.
We interact with ceremonies,
And blessed with sweet incense
We’re moulded, yes, we’re forged
In the fire of experience

The truth is handed down
With sacred words burning bright
So they say to control us
So they say to bind us tight
But I have spoken to God
And I’ve said, it doesn’t make sense
He agreed, yes, it’s forged
In the fire of experience

You are born with a clean slate
You build on the best of the past
You do what is effective
To overcome the number cast
And new friendships need a force
To pull them off the neutral fence
To push them, yes, they’re forged
In the fire of experience