We did not outlast the fire — we became it;
let the storm keep the kingdom, we keep the name.
Two stubborn sparks the winter couldn't tame
found each other in the dark and answered: flame.

I came across the water with an ember and a vow;
I did not know your face, I only knew somehow
that half a light is looking for its other half of light,
and mine had been rehearsing yours all night.

I had kept a shield of sorrow and a sky I could read;
I did not need a rescue, I was answering a need —
to set two flames together where the wind is worst,
and watch the second burn as brave as the first.

What they built can fall.
What we are, can't.
A crown is only gold; a name is what you plant —
so we have planted ours in every place we stand,
a field of small bright fires, hand in hand.

We did not outlast the fire — we became it;
let the storm keep the kingdom, we keep the name.
Two stubborn sparks the winter couldn't tame
rose up from the ashes as one flame.