Ashes and gold

Every loss was a candle that taught me the light. I'm not the same man that they left in the ground; I came up different, I came up crowned. The drum in my chest is an ancient decree: what tried to destroy me just set me free. So I dig with my hands in the smoke and the dust, 'Cause something is shining underneath the rust. Out of the ashes, out of the cold, I'm turning my ruin into gold. Out of the fire, out of the pain, I'm building a kingdom. Out of the rain, everything they broke, I'm gonna rebuild gold. Out of the ashes, out of the cold, out of the ashes,