Though the fires burn around me,

Though the smoke obscures my eyes,

Still will I look up to Heaven-

Out of ashes, I will rise.

When the thunder roars above me,

Lightning rends and splits the skies,

When the current drags me under-

Even then, will I arise.

As the trees all shed their embers,

The leaf is silent as it dies,

I scream in rage, but still I know that

Out of ashes, I will rise.

When the earth is split beneath me

And I raise my mournful cries,

When the darkness blots the sun out—

From the dust I shall arise.

Though the monster claws within me,

Though the Devil whispers lies,

Though my soul is burned in fire—

Out of ashes, I will rise.

Though an army march against me

And no one stands there by my side

When tears flow from my eyes like rivers—

From those tears shall I arise.

I will not submit to darkness,

I will not believe their lies;

Higher, further, brighter, stronger-

Out of ashes I will rise.