In the wake of ashes, we rise from the ground,
Scattered dreams in the breeze, no solace found.
Rebellion in our hearts, igniting the night,
In the chaos of our voices, we fearlessly fight.
Memories like shadows, taunting from afar,
Each crack in the mirror shows who we are.
With broken wings we stumbled, but learned to fly,
Dancing through the fire, we’ll light up the sky.
All the hopes that we carried, now tangled in flame,
Echoes of our laughter turned whispers of shame.
Yet in every surrender, there's something reborn,
From the ashes of our past, a new story's worn.
The world tries to silence, to bind us in chains,
But the pulse of rebellion courses through our veins.
We’ll rise from the darkness, defiant and proud,
Shattering the silence with screams from the crowd.
As the smoke starts to fade, the horizon's aglow,
We’ll gather our fragments, let the wild winds blow.
Through the chaos we wander, but we’re never alone,
In this fire of our making, we've finally grown.
So let the embers scatter, let the night take its hold,
In the warmth of each other, we'll turn ashes to gold.
Through broken dreams we wander, embracing the pain,
In the wake of our stories, we'll dance in the rain.
With every step taken, new battles are fought,
In the chaos we gather, our freedom is sought.
And as stars fill the heavens, our spirits take flight,
From the ashes together, we'll burn ever bright.
Alternative
Chaos, rebellion, broken dreams, ashes, fire