RUST ON THE BLADE
My knife’s got a nick where the rust creeps in,
Grindstone hums where the day begins.
I smooth out the edge till the steel’s like glass,
A tool’s only good if you make it last.
Oil’s near gone, just a drop to spare,
Wipe down the barrel with a careful stare.
Each scratch holds a tale of the wasteland’s toll,
I hone in the quiet, keepin’ tools whole.
Rust on the blade, but my hands stay true,
I mend what’s worn for the work I do.
One spark, one edge, one craft to tend,
My steel’s my strength till the journey’s end.
The rifle’s old, with a trigger’s creak,
Polish the stock till the wood grain speaks.
I clean it slow, though my fingers ache,
A tool’s gotta shine for survival’s sake.
The axe head wobbles, handle’s worn thin,
I bind it tight where the cracks begin.
Each tool’s a bond, each mark’s a rite,
I keep ‘em ready for the endless night.
Rust on the blade, but I’ll make it gleam,
Build up a life in a broken dream.
One file, one cloth, one vow to mend,
My steel’s my strength till the journey’s end. [Bridge]
A dull blade’s a burden, a jammed gun’s a curse,
Neglect your tools, and the world gets worse.
The steel don’t mind if you’re tired or spent,
It sings for the care that you give it, unbent.
Rust on the blade, but I’ll make it gleam,
Build up a life in a broken dream.
One file, one cloth, one vow to mend,
My steel’s my strength till the journey’s end.
My steel’s my strength… when the night descends.