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A spark like lightning pierces through the gloom
Yet past the glass his gaze will never shake
In every flash he sees a guided sign
Weaving a fiery pattern in the seam
Inside the bath where metal sings and breathes
Creating perfect rhythm in the weld
He hears the voice of liquid molten steel
Embodying his power in one move
Steel under mask, a stern look in his eyes
The arc is painting patterns made of fire
He is the god and maker of these seams
Bestowing life upon a hundred thousand hearts
Or deep underwater, in the cold silent dark
Where every single step is fighting depth
He lights a sun inside the pitch-black sea
With his bright arc that burns beneath the waves
The bubbles there are witnesses of grace
As he stitches the metal in the deep
And no one equals him in holy drive
Inside his sacred underwater war
Steel under mask, a stern look in his eyes
The arc is painting patterns made of fire
He is the god and maker of these seams
Bestowing life upon a hundred thousand hearts
And tomorrow up high, in the freezing cold wind
Where clouds catch onto structural steel
He pulls a seam a hundred miles high
Weaving a new detail into the sky
Sparks fly like fireworks into the blue
Like a creator, calm and grand he stands
While down below, the cozy suburb sleeps
Not knowing who forged its living face
When day’s loud roar subsides and mask comes off
He silently beholds the fruits of toil
Not for awards, nor for loud resounding fame
Just so the world's crossings hold strong
Steel under mask, a stern look in his eyes
The arc is painting patterns made of fire
He is the god and maker of these seams
Bestowing life upon a hundred thousand hearts
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