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 hellbent on making me a fighter
Forged in the fire
Oh, oh, 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 hellbent on making me a fighter
Forged in the fire, oh, oh, ooh
Forged in the fire, oh, oh, 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, moving past
Stop holding on and looking back
When God's hellbent on making me a fighter
Forged in the fire, oh, oh, ooh
Forged in the fire, oh, oh, ooh
New house, still smells like smoke
A clean slate and stories just waiting to be told