I am molten metal

Formless, nothing.

I am being forged

As iron is forged.

Nameless, I run

Unshakable, unbreakable

I run not because I am strong,

But because I will be made strong.

Forcing forward

Along the path set before me I run

Foresight blinded,

Hindsight shut in shame,

I am tested, tried;

Forward I press on.

Woe to obstacles in my way,

The mighty forge Hammer's strike

Echoes in my footfalls-

Purpose in it shakes the mountains-

Through winter and dust I run.

I am weak and shapeless,

but the Hammer strikes on: lovingly