In my ashes, a flame beats,
under the silence that the wind unleashes,
I had been consumed in the ember
of the fierce fire that life unleashes.
My dreams, ashes, cold and alone,
vanish in shadows, are lost in waves,
but deep inside, an echo resounds,
the forgotten spark that never stops.
Hopelessness broke my wings,
and in every sigh, the pain is soaked.
Yet in the deep darkness,
the memory of light, my soul responds.
Radiant and brave, the sparkle is reborn,
a dancing flame, a warm glow.
And though yesterday boils in silent sadness,
in me burns the future, in me the play.
The ashes are life even in their cold,
hands that cling to a new dew.
The fire that burns, also transforms,
it cultivates dreams, hope reforms.
In my ashes, a flame beats,
a sincere pulse that never unleashes.
There is no end to the cycle, only a rebirth,
because in every ash, there is a new dawn.