Born of Ice

Bless the frost, bless the flame. Nothing came without name. I used to curse the endless snow, The silent nights, the bitter cold. Now every scar begins to shine like hidden runes Upon my life. What once felt cruel Was carving gold. Tell Who would I be Without the storm? Bless the cold. It taught me breath. Bless the nights. That looked like death. Bless the tears. I could not hide. They became my northern light. Bless the fire. Piercing wild. It burned away the weaker child. One made me endure, one made me become. Now I know they were always one. Now I know. They were always one. Not every wound was meant to bleed. Some were doors I had to reach. Not every fall was made to end. Some were teaching me to stand again. Uh, I chased the crowd, it disappeared. I found myself when facing fear. No mountain bowed, no winter changed. The only thing that learned to rise was me. Every breaking. Was another beginning. Thank the wind that stripped my pride. Thank the dark it gave me sight. Thank the fire, it knew my name long before I did the same. Every burden, every climb, every winter shaped my Life. The frost revealed, the flame became Everything I am today. No more running, no more asking why. Only walking toward the light. I bless the pain. Because it never came. To bury me. It came. To build me. The made me endure. The fire made me become. Not one sorrow was wasted. Not one winter came undone. Every failure found its meaning. Every sunrise proved me wrong. Greatness lives in rising after falling. Not in never falling at all. Born of ice, made of fire. This is not my victory. This is who I am. Bless the cold. Oh. Bless the fire. One forged my soul. Oh, one gave it life. Oh, One gave it life.