Built on the bedrock,
forged through the storm.
Where the timber holds true and the fire stays warm.
The storm tries to shake what we built on this ground.
But a heart made of steel ain't ever coming down.
It's a brick and mortar groove, standing strong and high.
We don't bow to the wind, we look it in the eye.
forged through the storm.
Where the timber holds true and the fire stays warm.
The storm tries to shake what we built on this ground.
But a heart made of steel ain't ever coming down.
It's a brick and mortar groove, standing strong and high.
We don't bow to the wind, we look it in the eye.