A.I.S.C - Fire Shapes Gold

Life cuts deep… Still we rise… Fire shapes gold, pain shapes soul, Heavy days teach self-control. Storms may come, winds may blow, Roots grow deep when rivers slow. Some nights hurt, some days sting, Still the broken learn to sing. Cold dark roads, tired eyes, Still we walk beneath those skies. Friends may fade, plans may fall, Life won’t always hear your call. Pressure burns, but makes us whole, That’s the fire shaping gold. Some lose hope, some lose faith, Some keep running in one place. But calm hearts learn through pain, Sun still shines after rain. Fire shapes gold, pain shapes soul, Heavy days teach self-control. Storms may come, winds may blow, Roots grow deep when rivers slow. Life’s not soft, life’s not fair, Still there’s beauty everywhere. Morning light through broken glass, Peace arrives when storms have passed. Scars remain, but so does grace, Time leaves wisdom on the face. Every fall, every flame, Builds the soul beneath the name. Don’t fear tears, don’t fear loss, Even pain has hidden cost. Gold turns bright inside the heat, Strong hearts rise back to their feet. Still we dance… Still we grow… Shadows fade… Embers glow… Softly now… the fire slows… Ashes fall… the river flows… Hands let go… but hearts still know… Fire shapes gold… fire shapes gold…