[Intro — Soft Atmospheric Piano, Distant Strings, Low Ambient Fire] [Your own voice — soft, intimate] White suit in a world on fire... [Verse 1 — Intimate, restrained vocal; piano and subtle atmosphere] White suit in a world on fire, Walking through the smoke, climbing higher. Holding roses that refuse to bloom, Love turned into a burning room. Every petal tells a story, Every scar became my glory. You lit the match and closed the door, I'm not who I was before. [Pre-Chorus — Building tension; strings and drums gradually rise] You thought the flames would make me fall... Instead they burned away it all. [Chorus — Full, powerful own voice; thunderous drums, electric guitar, strings, choir] I'm holding ashes and roses, Beauty wrapped in flames. You tried to break my spirit, But you only changed my name. Now I'm standing in the fire, Like I was born to survive. You burned the garden down... But somehow I'm still alive. Ashes and roses... Ashes and roses... [Verse 2 — Pull back slightly; emotional and haunting] Smoke still dances through the night, But it can't steal away my light. Every ember paints the sky, Proof that hope will never die. Your goodbye became my freedom, Every tear became a kingdom. From the ruins I have grown, Now I wear this crown alone. [Bridge — Stripped-down piano and strings; vulnerable, then gradually intensifying] If love must burn... Let it burn bright. If hearts must break... They'll heal with time. I'm not afraid... I've walked through hell. Now heaven knows... I wear fire well. [Instrumental Build — Cinematic strings, rising guitar, deep bass, massive drum build] [Final Chorus — Biggest vocal performance; full cinematic arrangement] I'm holding ashes and roses, No longer afraid of the flame. Every ending wrote a chapter, Every wound became my strength. Now the fire is behind me, The future's calling my name. I'll carry love forever... Even if it comes through flames. Ashes and roses... From the fire I rise. Ashes and roses... You can't burn what's alive. [Outro — Soft piano, fading strings, distant crackling fire] [Your own voice — quiet, intimate, emotional] The roses burned... But not my soul. The flames took everything... Except who I chose to become.
