The bull in my heart, steady and bold,
Has carried me from boy to man.
When fear closes in, it stands its ground
And reminds me I’m stronger than I think.
I fear everything, yet nothing at all—
With that bull inside, I don’t back down.
Whatever comes, in body or mind,
I meet it head on and keep moving.
I’ll guard what I’ve been trusted to protect,
Holding fast with that quiet strength.
I won’t be shaken or pushed aside;
The bull in my heart keeps me upright.
So let the trials come as they will—
That bull has never once flinched.
It gives me courage to face the day,
And with it in my chest, I stand whole.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 6:38 AM UTC
The bull in my heart, steady and bold,
Has carried me from boy to man.
When fear closes in, it stands its ground
And reminds me I’m stronger than I think.
I fear everything, yet nothing at all—
With that bull inside, I don’t back down.
Whatever comes, in body or mind,
I meet it head on and keep moving.
I’ll guard what I’ve been trusted to protect,
Holding fast with that quiet strength.
I won’t be shaken or pushed aside;
The bull in my heart keeps me upright.
So let the trials come as they will—
That bull has never once flinched.
It gives me courage to face the day,
And with it in my chest, I stand whole.
A steady heart, shaped by trials and guarded by inner strength, meets life head-onundaunted, unshaken, and always ready to protect what matters.
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