[Verse 1] They sharpened words in hidden rooms, Put my name inside the flame. Built a weapon from a whisper, Taught the crowd to aim. They dug a grave beneath my feet, Called the darkness proof I’d lost. But the pit became a doorway, And the wound became a crossroad. [Pre-Chorus] I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt. I won’t call the hatred kind. But what they meant to bury You have planted deep inside. [Chorus] Nothing forged against me Gets to name the final day. Every blade that came to break me Will be beaten into grace. What was meant for evil Will not finish what it began. You keep turning graves to gardens, Turning ruin into hands That can feed the ones still hungry, That can lift the ones who fell. Nothing forged against me Can outlive the story You will tell. [Verse 2] I remember every brother Who sold blood for silver coins, Every door that closed behind me, Every lie that stole my voice. But prison taught me how to listen. Waiting taught my hands to serve. What looked like years of silence Was a widening of the earth. You were gathering the famine While I counted every scar. You were building hidden tables In the places that looked starved. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t bless the hand that harmed me. I don’t worship what went wrong. But I’ve seen You steal the poison And distill it into song. [Chorus] Nothing forged against me Gets to name the final day. Every blade that came to break me Will be beaten into grace. What was meant for evil Will not finish what it began. You keep turning graves to gardens, Turning ruin into hands That can feed the ones still hungry, That can lift the ones who fell. Nothing forged against me Can outlive the story You will tell. [Bridge] Let every tongue rise up accusing. Truth does not tremble at the sound. Let every verdict fall like thunder. You still know who I am. I have stood inside the furnace. I have slept beneath the stone. And I learned the fire can’t own me When I do not burn alone. Take the malice. Take the fracture. Take the years I cannot mend. Make a shelter from the wreckage. Make a feast where grief had been. [Breakdown] They made the weapon. You broke its claim. They wrote the sentence. You changed my name. They meant the ending. You made a road. They left me empty. You made me overflow. [Final Chorus] Nothing forged against me Gets to name the final day. Every blade that came to break me Will be beaten into grace. What was meant for evil Will become a field of bread. What was sent to kill the promise Will become the place it’s fed. I will not bow to bitterness. I will not make revenge my throne. The wound may always speak sometimes, But it will never speak alone. Nothing forged against me Can undo what You have done. What they meant to end in darkness, You are turning toward the sun. Nothing forged against me. Nothing buried stays unseen. You keep taking what was meant for death And teaching it to breathe.
