Forged In The Fire

Ten years And twenty-seven dresses A calico kaleidoscope, scraps of her story sewn together Grandma made that suit of armor, and I laid it on my bed Just a quilt that no one noticed, but I did Just a memory, a piece of me that meant everything Just things When does a Phoenix learn how to fly? Do I get my wings when I stop asking why? How do I start moving on and moving past Stop holding on, looking back When God's hell-bent on making me a fighter? Forged in the fire Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, ooh, ooh Three days Seven pairs of hands It took searching for something more for me to understand That anything and everything, even the kitchen sink It's just things When does a Phoenix learn how to fly? Do I get my wings when I stop asking why? How do I start moving on and moving past Stop holding on, looking back When God's hell-bent on making me a fighter? Forged in the fire Forged in the fire Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, ooh, ooh Am I glass or am I iron? Will I last or will I tire? Can broken be beautiful again? Am I glass or am I iron? Will I shatter or rise higher From the ashes I've been buried in? When does a Phoenix learn how to fly? Do I get my wings when I stop asking why? How do I start moving on and moving past Stop holding on and looking back When God's hell-bent on making me a fighter? Forged in the fire Forged in the fire Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, ooh, ooh New house Still smells like smoke A clean slate and stories just waiting to be told