Intro
Grate's still warm from a fire forty winters gone
Doorframe holds the black where the varnish couldn't hold on
Verse
Ten years old when the longhouse folded into flame
Counted twelve rafters falling, only nine came down with names
Elder pulled me by the collar through a wall of orange smoke
Said the roof was never yours, only the promise that you spoke
Mother's shawl caught embers, turned to lace before my eyes
Learned that night grief don't announce itself, it just arrives
Morning came up gray, the snow was salted black with soot
Walked the frame barefoot, learned the shape of loss by foot
Found the hearth stone standing when the rest had turned to dust
Figured if a stone could hold that heat, then so could us
Started stacking new beams before the ash had time to cool
Village called me reckless, called the boy who broke the rule
But I'd seen how fast a roof forgets the ones it kept
Wasn't building shelter, I was building something that wept
By sixteen I could read a fire like a second tongue
Knew which flame was hungry and which one was just young
Chorus
Ashes of the longhouse settle soft as snow
Every beam that fell here taught me what to hold
Nothing that we build stays,