

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
{delicate fingerpicked
acoustic guitar intro} {warm subtle cello swells} These paper walls have
seen the rain
But my roots hold deeper than the
pain Cracks on the pavement,
scars on my soul Every little piece helped me grow whole Didn't
know this kind of quiet Held a strength I couldn't find {intimate
fingerpicked pattern} Built these walls up just to feel safe Found my
power in this space I learned to bend without a break In
every breath that I reclaimed {rhythmic guitar buildup} No longer waiting for
the sun
I became the light I run to Standing taller than the rain
I don't need a hand to hold my ground
I am whole even when nobody's around Through every storm,
through all the noise
I finally reclaimed my voice {full acoustic band entry with sweeping strings}
This quiet strength is all my own A garden grown from weathered
stone The winter winds can call my name
They cannot blow away the flame
{reflective acoustic strumming}
I gathered up the broken pieces
Built a sanctuary out of dust
The circumstance was just a chapter,
not the book
In my own heart,
I place my trust
{melodic acoustic build-up}
No longer waiting for the sun
I became the light I run to Standing taller than the rain
I don't need a hand to hold my ground
I am whole even when nobody's around Through every storm,
through all the noise
I finally reclaimed my voice {grand emotional peak} A garden grown from
weathered stone... Taller than the rain,
stronger than the pain.
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Standing strong, all on my own.
{gently fading acoustic guitar and
cello notes} {ambient room tail}