Yeah…
You don’t break easy once you’ve been bent.
Sometimes peace don’t come clean — it comes through iron and rain.

Yeah, I been rusted down,
Heart like a chain on holy ground.
Ain’t perfect, but I still try,
Faith and whiskey keep me dry.
Old ghosts callin’ from the flood,
Voice in my bloodline, thick with mud.
Took my pain, made a tune from the hurt,
Now the dirt just polished the work.

Iron and rain, yeah, it built my bones,
Fire in my veins, thunder in my home.
Didn’t break me down, it just washed me clean,
Now I shine like faith in a faded dream.
Iron and rain, yeah, I stand again,
Every scar just a line where the truth began.
Took the storm, made it part of my name,
Now I’m strong — forged in iron and rain.

Lost a few saints, found a few sins,
Every loss just where life begins.
Poured out pride on the dashboard light,
Talked to God like, “We good tonight?”
Yeah, I still curse when the pain cuts deep,
Still pray slow when I can’t sleep.
But peace ain’t gold — it’s rough, it’s grain,
It’s a slow song hummin’ through the pain.

Iron and rain, yeah, it built my bones,
Fire in my veins, thunder in my home.
Didn’t break me down, it just washed me clean,
Now I shine like faith in a faded dream.
Iron and rain, yeah, I stand again,
Every scar just a line where the truth began.
Took the storm, made it part of my name,
Now I’m strong — forged in iron and rain.

Let it pour, let it burn,
Every loss just helps me learn.
If grace got rust, I’ll wear it proud,
If peace got noise, I’ll sing it loud.
Can’t fix the past, can’t change the sky,
But I can walk with my head held high.
Every drop, yeah, it shapes the man —
Iron and rain, that’s who I am.

See, I don’t pray for sun no more,
I pray for the strength to weather the storm.
Ain’t scared of the dark, ain’t scared of the strain,
I’m baptized in thunder, washed in pain.
Every mistake just another refrain,
Every scar just part of the gain.
The truth don’t rust — it just remains,
Yeah, that’s iron… and rain.

Iron and rain, yeah, it built my bones,
Fire in my veins, thunder in my home.
Didn’t break me down, it just washed me clean,
Now I shine like faith in a faded dream.
Iron and rain, yeah, I stand again,
Every scar just a line where the truth began.
Took the storm, made it part of my name,
Now I’m strong — forged in iron and rain.

Yeah… sometimes the storm ain’t punishment —
It’s polish.