Текст песни Forged In The Fire - Caylee Hammack

Ten years
And 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

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, 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 hell-bent on making me a fighter?
Forged in the fire
Forged in the fire

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, 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 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

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

New house
Still smells like smoke
A clean slate and stories just waiting to be told