Grit And Glory
Born in a world without luxury, without splendor
But his heart was made of gold, pure value
With calloused hands, sweat on his face
He built his empire, every stone he laid
He walked on arduous roads, full of challenge
But his unwavering faith was his guide
With firm steps, he moved forward without hesitation
Every obstacle overcome, a new legacy to create
He planted seeds of hope in barren soil
And watched them grow, in a blossoming garden
His work was his art, his passion his fire
And his legacy, a testament to what is possible, a treasure
In the heat of battle, he always persisted
The legacy of a hardworking man, never forgotten
With determination and strength, he faced
His story echoes, in every corner he passed
Every corner he passed
He planted seeds of hope in barren soil
And watched them grow, in a blossoming garden
His work was his art, his passion his fire
And his legacy, a testament to what is possible, a treasure
In the heat of battle, he always persisted
The legacy of a hardworking man, never forgotten
In the heat of battle, he always persisted
The legacy of a hardworking man, never forgotten
With determination and strength, he faced
His story echoes, in every corner he passed
Born in a world without luxury, without splendor
But his heart was made of gold, pure value
With calloused hands, sweat on his face
He built his empire, every stone he laid
He walked on arduous roads, full of challenge
But his unwavering faith was his guide
With firm steps, he moved forward without hesitation
Every obstacle overcome, a new legacy to create
He planted seeds of hope in barren soil
And watched them grow, in a blossoming garden
His work was his art, his passion his fire
And his legacy, a testament to what is possible, a treasure
In the heat of battle, he always persisted
The legacy of a hardworking man, never forgotten
With determination and strength, he faced
His story echoes, in every corner he passed
Grito y Gloria
Nacido en un mundo sin lujos, sin esplendor
Pero su corazón era de oro, de valor puro
Con manos callosas, sudor en su rostro
Construyó su imperio, cada piedra que colocó
Caminaba por caminos arduos, llenos de desafíos
Pero su fe inquebrantable era su guía
Con pasos firmes, avanzaba sin dudar
Cada obstáculo superado, un nuevo legado por crear
Sembró semillas de esperanza en suelo estéril
Y las vio crecer, en un jardín floreciente
Su trabajo era su arte, su pasión su fuego
Y su legado, un testimonio de lo posible, un tesoro
En el calor de la batalla, siempre persistió
El legado de un hombre trabajador, nunca olvidado
Con determinación y fuerza, enfrentó
Su historia resuena, en cada rincón que pasó
Cada rincón que pasó
Sembró semillas de esperanza en suelo estéril
Y las vio crecer, en un jardín floreciente
Su trabajo era su arte, su pasión su fuego
Y su legado, un testimonio de lo posible, un tesoro
En el calor de la batalla, siempre persistió
El legado de un hombre trabajador, nunca olvidado
En el calor de la batalla, siempre persistió
El legado de un hombre trabajador, nunca olvidado
Con determinación y fuerza, enfrentó
Su historia resuena, en cada rincón que pasó
Nacido en un mundo sin lujos, sin esplendor
Pero su corazón era de oro, de valor puro
Con manos callosas, sudor en su rostro
Construyó su imperio, cada piedra que colocó
Caminaba por caminos arduos, llenos de desafíos
Pero su fe inquebrantable era su guía
Con pasos firmes, avanzaba sin dudar
Cada obstáculo superado, un nuevo legado por crear
Sembró semillas de esperanza en suelo estéril
Y las vio crecer, en un jardín floreciente
Su trabajo era su arte, su pasión su fuego
Y su legado, un testimonio de lo posible, un tesoro
En el calor de la batalla, siempre persistió
El legado de un hombre trabajador, nunca olvidado
Con determinación y fuerza, enfrentó
Su historia resuena, en cada rincón que pasó
Escrita por: Rafael wanderroscky