Rising From Ruins

{subdued emotional intro} {warm clean fender rhodes

piano chords} {soft swelling synth pads}

Empty chairs around the kitchen table

Looking at the pictures on the wall

Wondering if I would e'er be able

To find the strength to stand up tall

{delicate rhodes with soft fingerpicked acoustic guitar} But I hear your voice

in the quiet breeze

Telling me it's time to dry these tears

Time to rise up off my knees And leave behind all of

my fears {drums enter with sidechained 808 kick and snapping snare}

Now I am back on my feet again

Turning this pain into pure gold

Winning where we used to end

Stories of wealth yet untold

(yeah) {soaring triumphant chorus with rich supersaw chords and heavy 808 trap

beat} Signed the lease and watched the numbers double

Every single loss became a gain

Rising far above the heavy rubble

Building empires from the rain

{grooving 808 and rhythmic clean electric guitar skanks}

Now I am back on my feet again

Turning this pain into pure gold

Winning where

we

used to end Stories of wealth yet untold (making it all,

making it all) {full production climax with brass and heavy drums}

For the ones we lost,

we build the crown (never looking down) {music fades

to soft rhodes piano and distant hums}