Grasping the Embers of Exile

In the midst of the storm,

When the tempest's rage takes form,

And the world crumbling down,

In that moment, hope is found.

From ashes of despair,

A flame ignites, unyielding and rare,

Guiding us through the night,

Where our spirits can take flight.

This is the story of the lost and forlorn,

Of those who rose up, battered and torn,

To face their fears and embrace their might,

And grasp the embers of exile's light.

Deep within my soul, a fire, a goal,

Guides me through the storm,

Where I'll be reborn.

The journey is winding, my spirit keeps climbing,

Trials test my will, But I embrace them still.

Each step I take, I feel the weight,

But the embers within refuse to fade,

Grasping the embers of exile,

Rising from pain's ashes,

Rebellion's fire breaks chains,

Despair's hold never again

Grasping the embers of exile,

Rising from pain's ashes,

Rebellion's fire breaks chains,

Despair's hold never again

Every scar, every wound, makes me stronger, immune,

For I'm a warrior, washed up on the shore

Through storms and shadows, I find my way through the night's lows,

Embers within my soul ablaze, guiding me to brighter days.

I won't be defeated, for my spirit can't be cheated,

With every breath I take, I make no mistake.

Grasping the embers of exile,

Rising from pain's ashes,

Rebellion's fire breaks chains,

Despair's hold never again

Grasping the embers of exile,

Rising from pain's ashes,

Rebellion's fire breaks chains,

Despair's hold never again

Through storms and shadows, I find my way through the night's lows,

Embers within my soul ablaze, guiding me to brighter days.

Through storms and shadow, through the night's lows

Embers within my soul ablaze, guiding me to brighter days.

Storms and shadows, through the night 's lows

Storms and shadows, through the night 's lows

Grasping the embers of exile,

Rising from pain's ashes,

Rebellion's fire breaks chains,

Despair's hold never again

Grasping the embers of exile,

Rising from pain's ashes,

Rebellion's fire breaks chains,

Despair's hold never again

In the midst of the storm,

When the tempest's rage takes form,

And the world crumbling down,

In that moment, hope is found.

From ashes of despair,

A flame ignites, unyielding and rare,

Guiding us through the night,

Where our spirits can take flight.

Standing on this shore once more,

Gazing out to the endless sea,

Grateful for the journey and what's in store,

For it's made me who I'm meant to be

Now I will be more than one, I can't stay

The scars of the past fuel my might,

For with each defeat, I rise with renewed fight,

The flame in my heart never dims,

A guiding light, in the darkest whims.

The embers of exile burn bright,

Leading me out to triumphant light.

The fire in my heart never dims,

A guiding light, in the darkest whims.