Iron-y lyrics

I cast the iron hot

With the splash of boughs

But it sank to the bottom

In self wrought err

The mold it would cast

It's strength to bear the stress

That time's passing brings

The seasons, they have forged

Taken in hand

A hammered truth peals

That fences cannot hold

A gate without form

So I pattered away

In cheap squeaky shoes

Over the rustling leaves

To find "The Truth"

• Artist:Ww Ww