The Bend

Lyrics

We are The Bend, where the metal sings Where Mom and Pop build useful things No titles here, just names and pride A dozen towns where craft resides

Each piece we make, we stamp by hand A mark that says: "I understand"

We sponsor teams, we fix the parks We build our lives into these parts No spreadsheets here, just flesh and bone A place that feels a bit like home

The cafe smells like stew And everyone knows what you've been through

We are The Bend, where the work is real Where you know a name by how it feels The weld is clean, the edge is square You feel the love in the metal there The margins tight, the days are long But good is good, and right is strong

Our softball team wears "Bent" with pride Green jerseys with our name inscribed We chose that name-it felt like us Strong enough to bend, no fuss

When someone says "Go get 'em, Bent\!" We know exactly what they meant

Mom and Pop grew tired and gray Said, "Time to let the new one play." Young Dirk with suit and MBA Took the floor and found his way

He says we're more than bolts and beams He talks in markets, talks in dreams

We are The Bend, where the work is real Where you know a name by how it feels The weld is clean, the edge is square You feel the love in the metal there The margins tight, the days are long But good is good, and right is strong

The signs are new, the paint is clean He swapped the blueprint for a screen The words still warm, but something's off The breakroom talks in nervous coughs

We are The Bent-but not the same The pieces fit, but not the name The weld is clean, the edge still true But something cold is seeping through The margins hold. The lines are crossed And no one stops to ask the cost