Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

From the Ashes by: Martina McBride Ads McFadden My right hand holds matches, My left hand holds my past. I hope the wind catches, And burns it down my past... With my failures and my shame, And wave good-bye to yesterday, As I dance among the flames. Don't try to save me now, Just stand back and wait till the smoke finally passes, And I will rise, From the ashes, From the ashes, From the ashes. For all that I'm losing much more will I gain, The hard part is choosing, To change what needs changed. My step will be much lighter, With these demons off my chest, I'm born a better spirit, And lay the old to rest. Don't try to save me now, Just stand back and wait till the smoke finally passes, And I will rise, From the ashes, From the ashes, From the ashes. I'll walk away stronger, I will be flyin', Higher and truer... Than I've flown before. The Washroom Second Floor