JensT - The Man With the Giving Heart (Progressive Darkwave Metal Version)

He wakes before the sunrise, quiet in the hall,
Pulls on his boots so he won’t wake the kids at all.
He kisses his wife’s forehead, whispers “I’ll be fine,”
Then steps into the morning like he does every time.
He carries yesterday’s worries, hides them deep inside,
Because there’s no room for fear when others need your light.
He’s the one who keeps on standing when the storms begin to start—
Oh, he’s the man with the giving heart.

He gives and he gives, never asking for return,
Burns with a fire only love could make burn.
A father, a hero, a helper in the dark—
Oh, he’s the man everyone loves,
The man everyone wants to be,
The man with the great self-sacrifice,
The man with the giving heart.

At the station they know him as the first one through the flame,
Rushing into danger when others run away.
Soot on his shoulders, sirens in his ears,
But he thinks of the families standing far behind their fears.
He carries strangers out like angels carry dreams,
Breaks through burning windows just to hear a child scream—
Not of fear, but of living, of another brand-new start.
That’s the man with the giving heart.

He gives and he gives, never asking for return,
Burns with a fire only love could make burn.
A father, a hero, a helper in the dark—
Oh, he’s the man everyone loves,
The man everyone wants to be,
The man with the great self-sacrifice,
The man with the giving heart.

When the shift is over and the world goes home to sleep,
He walks the quiet sidewalks where forgotten people weep.
Blankets in his backpack, kindness in his hands,
Warm words for the lonely, a place to take a stand.
He kneels beside the old man sitting silent by the store,
Feeds the hungry stray dogs he’s seen a hundred times before.
He gives his last warm jacket though the nights grow cold and sharp—
That’s the man with the giving heart.

On weekends he’s a fortress for the children in his home,
Building castles in the backyard, never thinking of his phone.
He carries his little daughter on his shoulders to the sky,
And teaches his son courage when he’s frightened to try.
He’s a partner to his wife, steady as a stone,
Holding her together even when he feels alone.
He loves without conditions—love’s his greatest art.
That’s the man with the giving heart.

He gives and he gives, never asking for return,
His soul is a lantern only goodness makes burn.
A father, a hero, a friend when life falls apart—
Oh, he’s the man everyone loves,
The man everyone wants to be,
The man who gives more than the world could ever chart,
The man with the great self-sacrifice,
The man with the giving heart.

Someday the world will tell the stories
Of the lives he saved and the love he gave—
But he won’t want the glory.
He’ll smile and quietly depart…
Because that’s the man he is—
The man with the giving heart.