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Fire on the Mat by Josh

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Fire on the Mat

hard rock

0:003:39
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Guitar scream, drums crash, light the night,
Shout it loud, stomp the floor, feel the fight!
Fire on the mat — we rise!
Light the night, feel the fight!
Sarah ties a stripe at sunrise, steady hands, steady grin.
Chad slaps the pad and cracks the laugh, pulls the courage in.
Chalk dust in the air, a ring of kids clapping loud.
One kid raises his hand in class now, standing straighter and proud.
Small wins turn to stories at the kitchen table light,
A bedtime whisper, a help today, a quiet, fearless fight.
Fire on the mat — we rise!
Fire on the mat — we rise!
Fire on the mat — we rise!
Chad yells, one more roll, and suddenly we grin and go.
He taught a shy kid how to breathe, now that kid tells jokes in show.
A bully meets a calm reply, the voice now holds the ground.
A stripe folded by the pillow, confidence wrapped around.
Parents nod at breakfast, he raised his hand today, they say.
Lessons still win, lights are off, strength that lasts beyond the day.
Fire on the mat — we rise!
Fire on the mat — we rise!
Fire on the mat — we rise!
Bear crawl, laugh till we squeal, the mat becomes our track.
Sing-off, push-ups, last one buys the meal, nobody's turning back.
Flip, flop, tumble, someone wore the cone of shame.
Coach Sarah winks, coach Chad laughs, next round you sing your name.
But in the hush between the roars, they speak in softer tones.
You are brave enough, you belong, words that build our bones.
Palm-eared grind, then open roar, the crowd gathers near.
Double kick fills, the verse explodes, the moment's crystal clear.
Leaders, they're on the mat — we rise!
We rise!
We rise!
All fire on the mat — we rise!
So here's to the chaos, the laughs, the midnight drills, we dread.
The belts and stripes and bedtime pride, the words we sleep with said.
We bleed a little on the mat, we learn to stand again.
With fire in our hearts and coaches who make us brave within.
Fire on the mat — we rise!