[Verse 1] I woke up in the quiet after everything fell, with the smoke still clinging like it had something to tell. Every room held a ghost with my face on the wall, every step stirred the dust of the girl who learned to crawl.I didn’t cry, didn’t break, didn’t beg to be seen — just stood in the wreckage of the places I’d been. Ash on my skin, truth in my throat, learning how to breathe in a world made of smoke. [Pre‑Chorus] I swept the floor of my spirit slow, making space for the rise I didn’t know. Even silence had a pulse inside, whispering, you lived… now learn to rise. [Chorus] Ash on my skin, but I’m still standing, storm tore me down but I’m still landing. Smoke in my lungs, but I’m still breathing, truth in my bones, and it’s still seething. I’m not healed yet, but I’m not broken — this is the spark, this is the omen. Ash on my skin, but I’m still here — and the rise begins when the smoke clears.[Verse 2] I touched every memory like a scar on the door, felt the weight of the nights I couldn’t take anymore. But the ash didn’t shame me, it crowned me instead — proof of every battle I survived in my head.I saw the woman in the mirror, tired but real, with a fire in her chest she was learning to feel. Smoke curled around her like a promise unspoken, saying, you’re not finished, you’re just awoken.[Rap Bridge] Yeah, I walked through the ruins with my chin up high, carrying the silence like a battle cry. Every ghost in the hallway tried to pull me back, but I rose from the ash like a counterattack.I ain’t fragile, I’m forged — I’m the aftermath, I’m the ember that lived through the storm’s wrath. I’m the truth that survived when the lies got loud, I’m the smoke that rises when the world burns down. [Chorus Reprise] Ash on my skin, but I’m still standing, storm tore me down but I’m still landing. Smoke in my lungs, but I’m still breathing, truth in my bones, and it’s still seething. I’m not healed yet, but I’m not broken — this is the spark, this is the omen. Ash on my skin, but I’m still here — and the rise begins when the smoke clears.[Outro] So I breathe in the gray, let it settle inside, let the ash mark the place where I stopped trying to hide. The storm is gone, but the truth remains — I rise from the smoke, I walk out of the flames.
