(Hmm)
(Hmm)
(Hmm)
The truth is a weight that we carry alone
A hunger for justice that’s carved in the bone
While others are seeking a path on one side
We face down the rising and thundering tide
It’s not easy to run when the mountain is steep
And bury the promises people should keep
But you plant your heels in the sliding red clay
And look at the terror and bid it to stay
For the brave are the ones with the grit in their teeth
With the fire above and the bedrock beneath
When the world is a canyon of cold, biting air
They build us a ladder from nothing but prayer
The ink on the page has been washed by the rain
Leaving us nothing but logic and pain
Yet look at the hands that are steady and scarred
Pushing the weight when the moving is hard
It isn’t a flash or a light in the dark
It’s the slow, steady burn of a singular mark
It’s the person who stands where the bridge used to be
And offers their hand out to you and to me
The salt in the wound is a sign of the fight
A sting that reminds us we’re doing what’s right
Let the gears grind down, let the iron turn black
We’ve traveled too far to be turning it back
For the brave are the ones with the grit in their teeth
With the fire above and the bedrock beneath
When the world is a canyon of cold, biting air
They build us a ladder from nothing but prayer
No silver, no gold
Just the will to take hold
The current is strong
But the stubborn belong
Stand
Hold
Stand
Hold
Hold
Stand
