Caylee Hammack – Forged In The Fire Lyrics
Ten years, twenty seven dresses, a calico, kaleidoscope, scraps of her story sewn together
Grandma made that suit of armor, and I laid it on my bed, just a quilt that no one noticed, but I did
Just a memory, a piece of me that meant everything, just things
When does a phoenix learn how to fly?
Do I get my wings when I stop asking why?
How do I start moving on, moving past, stop holding on, looking back
When God’s hell-bent on making me a fighter, forged in the fire
Three days, seven pairs of hands it took searching for something more for me to understand
That anything and everything, even the kitchen sink, are just things
When does a phoenix learn how to fly?
Do I get my wings when I stop asking why?
How do I start moving on, moving past, stop holding on, looking back
When God’s hell-bent on making me a fighter, forged in the fire
Forged in the fire
But am I glass or am I iron?
Will I last or will I tire?
Can broken be beautiful again?
But am I glass or am I iron?
Will I shatter or rise higher
From the ashes I’ve been buried in?
When does a phoenix learn how to fly?
Do I get my wings when I stop asking why?
How do I start moving on, moving past, stop holding on, looking back
When God’s hell-bent on making me a fighter, forged in the fire
Forged in the fire
That new house still smells like smoke
The clean slate, the stories just waiting to be told
