Healing Through the Harder Path

(Verse 1) Healing never came easy for me — not through comfort, not through rest. It came through walking into storms and letting pressure shape my chest. Most men search for softer answers, ways around the things they fear. But I learned healing through the harder path… the one where everything feels near. (Pre-Hook) You don’t grow by running — you grow by facing what shakes you. (Hook) Healing through the harder path — slow steps, steady aftermath. I don’t hide from heavy seasons, don’t try to cut the pain in half. I breathe through every moment, let discipline do the math. Healing through the harder path — that’s where I find my craft. (Verse 2) The dark revealed more truth than daylight, pulled the strength from who I am. It showed me where my wounds were open, and where my spirit chose to stand. Pain became my quiet teacher, stillness made my purpose clear. The man I’m building through the struggle is one the old me couldn’t steer. (Pre-Hook) Healing isn’t soft — it’s choosing discipline over escape. (Hook) Healing through the harder path — cold breath, grounded wrath. I rise slow but rise with purpose, never slipping from my path. I let the weight refine my posture, let the lessons clear my past. Healing through the harder path — the kind of healing built to last. (Bridge) Let the world choose easy answers — I’ll keep walking through the fire. A man rebuilt through his own discipline returns stronger, deeper, higher. (Final Hook) Healing through the harder path — not fragile, but refined. Every struggle carved my backbone, every trial trained my mind. So I move with quiet certainty, every breath a forward sign: Healing through the harder path — and the man I’m becoming is by design. (Fade: slow dark blues riff, distant night hum, steady breath control)