The weight of the world is pressing down,
Shadows whisper, trying to pull me out.
But every storm that shakes the ground,
Leaves a seed of hope somehow.
I hear the echoes of my past,
But they don’t define where I will stand.
What happens today won’t write the end,
The sun will rise, the night will bend.
Scars may linger, but they don’t confine,
I’m still here, and I’m still alive.
Worn-out dreams and shattered plans,
Turn to dust but slip through my hands.
Yet in the dark, a spark remains,
Waiting just to rise again.
Let the waves crash, let them roar,
I’ve been broken, but not before.
Every fall is just a page,
Not the final story’s stage.
So I walk through fire, I face the rain,
Tomorrow’s light will call my name.
uhhh uuhh uuhh..
Let the waves crash, let them roar,
I’ve been broken, but not before.
Every fall is just a page,
Not the final story’s stage.
So I walk through fire, I face the rain,
Tomorrow’s light will call my name.
