They took my look, my shine. Left me wearing borrowed names. I wore their glass like gold. Till it cut me where I aimed. Now I know the difference. 'Tween a mirror and a lie. I gather back my own eyes. I call my spirit by.
I been split in a hundred hands. Spilled out like water in sand. But the tide knows my address. And the dark knows where I stand.
My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. From every hand that held it. From every mouth that sold it. My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. I stand inside my flame. And call myself again.
I do not beg the night. I do not feed the chain. I have kissed the ash enough. To learn my holy name. Let the false glass fall. Let the borrowed glitter burn. I want my own bright ruin. I want my own return.
I been split in a hundred hands. Spilled out like water in sand. But the tide knows my address. And the dark knows where I stand.
My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. From every hand that held it. From every mouth that sold it. My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. I stand inside my flame And call myself again.
Come back, my scattered days. Come back, my torn attention. Come back through the smoke. Come back with no permission. I gather every spark. I gather every prayer. I was not made to vanish. I was made to flare.
My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. From every hand that held it. From every mouth that sold it. My fire returns to me. My fire returns to me. I stand inside my flame. And call myself again.
My name comes back clean. My hands come back whole. I was never theirs to keep. I was always my own.
