[Verse 1]
Iron kettle, cracked porcelain, rarefied steam on the sill,
Shadows press the wallpaper — a silence cold and still.
You say the dark can swallow, steal the light you keep inside,
He sets the pot, pours slow: a hum, a spoon, a steady tide.
[Pre-Chorus]
When the night leans in I hold my breath,
When the room goes thin I feel its teeth.
He leans forward, low and grave — a calm that cuts like truth,
A whisper like a match strike: maps for a lost youth.
[Chorus]
From embers I will rise — from embers I will rise.
From embers I will rise — and I will carry light.
(From embers I will rise) — a banner, hard and bright.
From embers I will rise — from embers I will rise.
[Verse 2]
“Zuko,” he says, “threw a medal in the ash, left a throne of smoke,
He learned to loose the anger, learned to listen when hearts spoke.
He walked away from glory, walked into the night alone,
Found a hearth inside his chest where a patient mercy shone.”
[Pre-Chorus]
When the sky caves in I hold my breath,
When my shadow snarls I meet its depth.
He pours slow, clink of spoon, hum under his breath like rain —
The kettle scratches notes, the guitar scratches pain.
[Chorus]
From embers I will rise — from embers I will rise.
From embers I will rise — and I will carry light.
(From embers I will rise) — a banner, hard and bright.
From embers I will rise — from embers I will rise.
[Bridge]
He speaks of the Avatar, the world bent back to whole,
A boy who bore the balance, fire and water in his soul.
“I bent my storms to shelter,” he says, “not to burn the land,
You find your path in small things — the steady hand, the plan.”
[Pocket — intimate spoken line over clean guitar]
He pours again, steam curls like a road, the clink a tiny bell,
“Sometimes the compass is a cup, and loss becomes a spell.”
[Build]
Guitar scratch, the tempo swells — iron heart, steady beat,
Rarefied steam becomes a road beneath our feet.
I lift my chin, the shadow flinches, cracks like old lacquered glass,
The ember in my palms goes loud — at last I hear it gasp.
[Chorus — Lifted]
From embers I will rise — from embers I will rise.
From embers I will rise — I take this shard of light.
(From embers I will rise) — this anthem in the night.
From embers I will rise — from embers I will rise.
[Final Chorus — Variation]
From embers we will rise — from embers we will rise.
From embers you will rise — let the kettle keep your cries.
(From embers we will rise) — hands that learn to hold the fire.
From embers we will rise — together, higher, higher.
[Outro]
He hums, the spoon, the steam, the map — the quiet of the room,
A guitar whines, then fades to dust; a new path cuts the gloom.
Kettle sings, cracked porcelain keeps the echo of his rhyme,
I fold the night, tuck in its edges — I carry embers into time.
