Forged In The Fire

Ten years

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

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

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

New house

Still smells like smoke

A clean slate and stories just waiting to be told