Home

I’ve walked through fire, faced the cold,

Chased the sun, but lost my hold.

Every step I’ve left behind,

Leads me back to where I’m tied.

Stone by stone, we shaped this land,

With steady hearts and calloused hands.

Through the fire, through the rain,

We stand strong, we remain.

Home—where the mountains touch the sky,

Where my heart will never lie.

Home—it’s the fire in my soul,

Through the years, through the cold.

The echoes call from hills so high,

A thousand voices, same old cries.

The winds may howl, the storms may rise,

But this ground will never die.

Stone by stone, we shaped this land,

With steady hearts and calloused hands.

Through the fire, through the rain,

We stand strong, we remain.

Home—where the mountains touch the sky,

Where my heart will never lie.

Home—it’s the fire in my soul,

Through the years, through the cold.

Take it all, but you can’t break me,

Blood and roots run way too deep.

This is more than just a place,

It’s the name we won’t erase.

Home—where the rivers carve the land,

Where my brothers make their stand.

Home—where the fire never fades,

Through the years, through the pain.