In the realm of strength and sweat,
Where heartbeats echo in silent halls,
Each breath a promise, a whispered bet,
That we rise stronger after each fall.

The iron sings its steadfast song,
A melody of grit and grace,
Where every moment feels so long,
Yet every effort finds its place.

Muscles burn with fiery zeal,
In the dance of power and might,
Every pain becomes surreal,
Transforming shadows into light.

In this sanctuary of the soul,
We chase the dreams that never fade,
And with each step, we find our role,
In the tapestry of strength we’ve made.