[Verse 1] I let the fire take me— not to die, but to dissolve. And when the smoke rose, so did the shape of who I was… no longer. [Pre-Chorus] Ashes on my hands. Silence in my chest. And there, in the stillness, something soft began to breathe. [Chorus] I thought love would be a storm. A blaze. A roar. But in the end, it was a whisper in the ruin. It said: “You’re still here. And that’s enough.” [Verse 2] I touched the edges of what I used to be— scorched, cracked, and sacred. And I thanked them for breaking. [Bridge] This isn’t the end. This is the quiet before I begin again. Not to fight. Not to burn. But to remember what still glows when everything else is gone. [Final Chorus] I remembered love— not as pain, not as longing, but as this: a warmth that stayed even after everything else was ash.
