Ash's Whisper Back

[Intro

I hear Ashes whisper...

("Remember me...")

Was that my dream?

Or the child I used to be?

Verse 1

There's a phoenix in my chest with smoke inside its wings, Guarding all the broken promises and unfulfilled dreams.

Standing on a battlefield nobody can see, Facing the slow death of who I thought I was supposed to be.

Every day another feather falls into the dirt, Peoples doubt, Land arrows making old wounds hurt.

This fire keeps me from my sleep, Now I dig through fading pages just to find a spark to keep.

And that's the scary thought

Not failure.

Not loss.

But waking up one day and feeling the lack of having cause.

Seeing passion leave the room without shutting the door, looking back at dreams you had before and realizing now they an't any with anymore.

Hook

Feed the fire. Feed the wish.

Or forget why you even exist.

Feed the fire. Breathe the air.

Keep your future alive in repair.

Feed the fire. Feed the soul.

Don't allow low quality to take control.

Uphold that inner personal code

Passion dies slow when left alone.

Verse 2

(Your passion has a last Stand)

I see beneath the ruins of yesterday,

Laughed and then it hit,

("Death is coming quick at any minute.")

My mask, my face.

My voice.

My habits.

So many doubt.

Parroting reasons passion should be crushed out

(Envious snakes won't let it go)

I keep trying, won't

Stop climbing, won't

Stop fighting, won't

("Just become comfortable with slowly dying.")

I won't forget it. Psst

I almost listened.

Almost folded.

Almost broke.

Almost let this future version of myself become a ghost.

Till I heard an inner bird dying whisper in my brain,

(Have belief the impossible could change.)

Hook

Feed the fire. Feed the flame.

Or forget why you came.

Feed the fire. Feed the light.

Keep your future burning bright.

Feed the fire. Feed the soul.

Don't let the darkness take control.

Feed the fire. Feed the spark.

A phoenix dies slow inside your heart.

Verse 3

The inner bird whispered,

("Be cool, step up, I looove you.")

The silence became something I could hear.

Lound between my ears.

With a fearless spirit.

The heart beneath the scars.

The bug in the dark, metamorphizing into a star

He said,

("You're too old.")

I replied, why stories get written.

Why legends get told.

It's why people keep trying after falling apart.

Why a spark can cause a firestorm to restart."

I cry.

My heart still melts

Not because I failed.

But because I almost abandoned the closest thing to myself.

Bridge

Twinkling stars remain...

Damn Flint demanding sparks, it's

Burdensome burning a flame.

The child...

The future...

Reflection looks the same.

Feed her.

Feed him.

Feed them again and again.

Final Verse

So, this is my last stand at the edge of life.

Against the version sitting forgotten outside.

Against the comfortable coffin buried in fear and delay.

Against the clouds of doubt that steals tomorrow away.

If passion is a garden, I refuse to let it dry.

If purpose is a phoenix, I'll rise

I protect the shine and dream of flying high.

If potential is a star, I reflect its guiding light.

Without you and I going blind, I show up out of sight.

The greatest tragedy isn't losing a stupid fight.

It's walking away from the burning purpose in your life.

So, Yo, to every dream fading,

End

Feed the fire. Feed the wish.

Never forget why you exist.

Feed the fire. Breathe the air.

Keep your future in repair.

Feed the fire. Feed the soul.

Don't allow low quality to take control.

Feed the fire Feed the Spark

A phoenix dies slowly inside your heart