Rising Through Ruins

(mmmmm-mmm) Another midnight spent staring at the ceiling

Trading my sleep for these worn-out feelings

Trying to mend what is constantly breaking

Under the weight of the breath I am taking

But there is a spark in the dark of the room

Whispering low that the morning is soon

(hang on)

I will fight through the storm till the sky turns clear

I will carry the weight,

I will face every fear (yeah)

Though the road is long,

I am still standing here

Scars on my hands from the walls I've been hitting

Learning the difference between healing and quitting

I count the steps even when they are small

It is better to crawl

than to never move at all

And the spark is a fire starting to bloom

Calling me out of this shadowed room (ohhh) I

will fight

through

the storm till the sky

turns clear! I will carry the weight,

I will face every fear!

(I'm standing here!)

Still standing here... (mmmmm)