Rising From Ruins

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

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

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)

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

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)

For the ones we lost,

we build the crown (never looking down)