In the dawn of early morn, we rise,
Muscles trembling, hearts steadfast,
The weight of the world, we lift,
With every rep, our spirits cast.

Through sweat and strain, we find our peace,
In the rhythm of our breath,
Each pulse a promise to our dreams,
Defying the shadows of regret.

The mirror reflects our toil, our fight,
Every scar, a badge of pride,
For in this temple of our own,
We conquer fears that once did hide.

So onward, warriors of the iron,
With grit and grace, we persevere,
In the sanctuary of our strength,
We become the champions we revere.