Paroles de Forged In The Fire
Ten yearsAnd 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
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? Can broken be beautiful again?
Am I glass or am I iron?
Will I shatter or rise higher
From the ashes I've been burried 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
New house
Still smells like smoke
A clean slate and stories just waiting to be told
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
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? Can broken be beautiful again?
Am I glass or am I iron?
Will I shatter or rise higher
From the ashes I've been burried 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
New house
Still smells like smoke
A clean slate and stories just waiting to be told
