Forged In The Fire - Caylee Hammack

Ten years, twenty-seven dresses

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 and moving past

Stop holding on, looking back

When God’s hellbent 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

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 and moving past

Stop holding on, looking back

When God’s hellbent on making me a fighter

Forged in the fire

Forged in the fire

Am I glass or am I iron

Will I last or will I tire

Can broken be beautiful again

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 and looking back

When God’s hellbent on making me a fighter

Forged in the fire

Forged in the fire

New house, still smells like smoke

A clean slate and stories just waiting to be told