In the silence of the night, when my shadows start to fight. I hear the echo of my fear, but I know you’re still right here. Broken roads under my feet, every scar reminds me. I was down, I was alone, but my heart still felt a home. I’ve been crawling through the dark, trying just to spark, one reason to believe again. This is my prayer, hear me now, from the ashes to the heaven above, in the fire, in the doubt, i still rise, I still shout. This is my prayer, my love, my Hope, my light, my blood. When I fall, I swear, I turn my pain into a prayer. I was lost between the lines, running out of time. Every wall said “give it up”, but my soul said “stand up”. I don’t need a perfect sign, just a spark inside. Even when the world feels cold, I feel salvation in my bones. Every scar became a flame, every tear a name, I will never break again. This is my prayer, hear me now, From the ashes to the heaven above. In the fire, in the doubt, I still rise, I still shout. This is my prayer, my love, my Hope, my light, my blood. When I fall, I swear, I turn my pain into a prayer. Oh— I was silent, I was weak, Now I’m louder than my grief. Oh— Every breath becomes a spark, I believe inside the dark. This is my prayer, hear me now. I won’t bow, I won’t run. Through the storm, through the night. I am Hope, I am light. This is my prayer, my love. Written deep, written rough, when I fall, I swear. I turn my pain into a prayer. From the silence, from the pain, I was broken — now I stand, this is my prayer.
