Raise the Spell

You found the book beneath the chapel stone
Its silver clasp was cold against your hand
A single word woke embers in the dust
And drew a doorway where the wall had stood

The candle bent, the painted saints looked down
Your trembling voice became a ringing vow

Raise the spell, let the old world turn
Call the hidden fire, let the heavens burn
With a heart unbound and a name you claim
You can shape the dawn from a spark of flame
Raise the spell, let the wild winds rise
Write your courage across the skies

The river climbed the stairway, bright as glass
A silver fox came running through the hall
It spoke your name in languages of rain
Then vanished as the eastern bells were called

You faced the storm that gathered at the gate
And chose the words that no one else would say

Raise the spell, let the old world turn
Call the hidden fire, let the heavens burn
With a heart unbound and a name you claim
You can shape the dawn from a spark of flame
Raise the spell, let the wild winds rise
Write your courage across the skies

Not every wonder asks for a crown
Not every power can silence the doubt
The truest magic is choosing to stand
And keeping your promise with open hands

Raise the spell, let the old world turn
Call the hidden fire, let the heavens burn
With a heart unbound and a name you claim
You can shape the dawn from a spark of flame
Raise the spell, let the wild winds rise
Write your courage across the skies
The dawn is yours—let the whole world see
The magic you carried was always free

The book falls still, the morning fills the stone
You close the clasp, but you are not alone