

Home was a door in the ash of the dawn
I carried its name
when the walls were gone
Cold dust under my feet,
I walked through the frame Rooms without any fire still called me
by name A map made of grief in the pit of my
hand No road left behind me,
no place left to stand But out of the ruin a bright
edge began A shape in the distance,
the start of a man
If the sky can be broken,
then light can get through If my home is a memory,
I'll build something new From the fracture,
from the fire
From the fear, from desire
I was lost in the falling stone
Now a hero wakes in the smoke
What was taken made a space to grow
Out of the dark,
I become my own I become my own
Piece by piece I learned
what the silence meant Not an end,
but a forge where the old self bent
Every scar was a language the future could read Every loss was
a hammer shaping
what I need I wore down the chains till they opened like
rain And the name I was given
came back without shame
Hear the ground start to answer
Hear the hollow
turn to flame I am more than what was shattered
I remember my true name
I lift the broken gate I raise the fallen hall
The grief that marked my birth Will never own me all
From the home I lost,
I learned the stars From the hero found,
I know who we are And I stand,
and I rise, and I carry the spark Turning tragedy to a
fire in the dark
Home lives on in the hands I raise
The night gives way
to a wider place