Breath Of Flame

Smoke and cinder, sky turns red
Bones remember what was said—
Rise or fall, but not the same, 
We all return to breath and flame.


Boots on ash and broken stone, 
A voice that hums like blood and bone.
I walked the dark, I touched the fire—
Not born to kneel, but to inspire.


Fear the quiet spark—
It sets the world alight.


Breath of flame, I rise unchained
Wings of ash, and soul untamed.
Burn the doubt, ignite the name—
Be the fire, not the frame.


Scars are maps, I learned to read 
With every fall, I plant a seed.
The smoke may choke, the night may blind—
But dragons blaze inside my mind.


Fear the quiet spark—
It brings the storm inside.

Breath of flame, I rise unchained
Wings of ash, and soul untamed.
Burn the doubt, ignite the name—
Be the fire, not the frame.


Not every blaze was meant to die—
Some were forged to light the sky.
No cage, no leash, no master's call—
A dragon born to scorch it all.


Smoke and cinder, all remains—
But in my chest, the fire reigns.
No crown to wear, no need to tame—
Just heart, and heat, and breath of flame.