
From Ashes, Still I Rise
From ashes deep, where shadows fall,
I rise again, I stand, I call.
Through smoke and fire, through pain and loss,
I bear the weight, I bear the cost.
The flames may scorch, the winds may roar,
But still I rise, forevermore.
Each scar a story, each tear a flame,
Yet through the wreckage, I reclaim my name.
The earth may tremble, the skies may cry,
But I am forged, I cannot die.
From ruin’s dust, from sorrow’s song,
I find my strength, I carry on.
The ashes whisper, the night may fall,
But I will rise above it all.
For in my heart, a fire burns bright,
A light that guides me through the night.
Though broken, battered, scarred, and worn,
I rise again, reborn, reborn.
From all the pain, from all the strife,
I rise, I rise, and claim my life.
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