Forged to remember

Intro]

Born to heal.

Born to remember.

This is my purpose.

I came in carrying echoes

older than my name,

ancestral weight in my marrow,

fire braided with pain.

I didn’t break when it found me,

I didn’t numb, I didn’t run.

Every scar became a signal,

every wound said become.

They called it suffering.

I called it training.

I walked through bloodlines and silence,

through stories that weren’t mine to keep.

What tried to end me

taught me how to see.

Born to heal.

Born to remember.

This is my purpose.

Forged in the dark,

I carry the ember.

What they buried survived the flame—

I rose remembering my name.

Born to heal.

Born to remember.

This is my purpose.

I felt the grief of generations

pressing on my chest.

I learned to breathe through the breaking,

learned endurance before rest.

They told me to forget my power,

to make myself small to belong.

But my body kept the truth alive,

and my soul stayed strong.

I wasn’t lost—

I was encoded.

I wasn’t weak—

I was loaded with light.

Born to heal.

Born to remember.

This is my purpose.

Forged in the dark,

I carry the ember.

What they buried survived the flame—

I rose remembering my name.

Born to heal.

Born to remember.

This is my purpose.

I broke the chain by staying present.

I changed the story by surviving.

I didn’t inherit the curse—

I ended it.

This body remembers how.

I am not here by accident.

I am not here unfinished.

Born to heal.

Born to remember.

This is my purpose.

I stand in truth,

aligned with Source,

no longer searching—

I know.

Born to heal.

Born to remember.

This is my purpose.

Forged through fire.

Still standing.

Still remembering.