Broken mirror with my own hands
Shards on the floor like shattered plans
Blood drips slow like the past won't die
I scream to the walls but they just lie Can you hear me now?
Can you feel me now?
From the ashes I rise
Through the smoke and the cries
I'll burn my chains to light the
skies
Redemption's not a gift, it's the fight
Every scar's a map of the roads I've bled
Each step of battle and the war I've fed
The ghosts still whisper,
they pull and tear But I'm breathing now,
I'm still here
From the ashes I rise Through the smoke and the cries
I'll burn my chains to light the skies Redemption's not a gift,
it's the fight
Climbing out of the hole I dug Hands rough dirt,
thick and every lung