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5 AM, the alarm breaks the silence,
Another day begins before the sun can rise.
Steel-cold streets and a breath of defiance,
He carries on with tired but determined eyes.

Time slips through his fingers,
Faster every day…
But he walks on, never lingers,
Though the world pulls him away.

Grinding gears of life keep turning,
Burning hours he can’t reclaim.
But he stands, a quiet fire burning,
A nameless hero with no fame.
The cycle calls him back again,
And he answers through the strain.

8 PM, he returns to his shelter,
A worn-out frame but a heart still alive.
Family warmth makes the long days feel lighter,
A fleeting moment before the next day arrives.

Time slips through his fingers,
But his love remains the same…
Even weighed by life’s cold winters,
He protects the fragile flame.

Grinding gears of life keep turning,
Burning hours he can’t reclaim.
But he stands, a quiet fire burning,
A nameless hero with no fame.
The cycle calls him back again,
And he answers through the strain.

Rise… though the world feels heavy.
Fight… though the days fall fast.
Hold… to the ones who give meaning.
Live… for the moments that last.

Another dawn will call his name,
Another night will close the same…
Yet through the grind he still remains,
A silent titan in the rain.