| The wreckage seemed too great for me
|
| I saw my dreams collapsing, collapsing
|
| But through debris, the tragedy
|
| Not one of us died fighting
|
| The wreckage
|
| We somehow found a way through storming weather
|
| Enduring skies turned grey when we all said never
|
| The winds, the rain
|
| Downpour needed to cultivate
|
| We don’t get to choose when it rains
|
| We can fight or just get washed away
|
| Will we be transformed or
|
| Feel like we’re drowning, drowning?
|
| The wreckage
|
| So use the storms ahead to flood out shortcomings
|
| And then use what is left to water what is worth planting
|
| The winds, the rain
|
| Downpour needed to cultivate
|
| Debris, tragedy
|
| But not one of us died, but not one of us died fighting
|
| We don’t get to choose when it rains
|
| We can fight or just get washed away
|
| Will we be transformed or
|
| Feel like we’re drowning?
|
| Will we fight or just get washed away?
|
| And now the mountains that we face are starting to look more like hills
|
| We rose to a higher plain so the whole horizon fell
|
| It fell, the whole horizon fell
|
| Through the debris of tragedy
|
| Not one of us died fighting, fighting
|
| We don’t get to choose when it rains
|
| We can fight or just get washed away
|
| Will we be transformed or
|
| Feel like we’re drowning?
|
| We don’t get to choose when it rains
|
| We can fight or just get washed away
|
| Will we be transformed or
|
| Feel like we’re drowning?
|
| The wreckage that once seemed insurmountable to me
|
| Is now becoming a part of rebuilding
|
| We somehow found a way through storming weather
|
| Enduring skies turned grey when we all said never
|
| So use the storms ahead to flood out shortcomings
|
| And then use what is left to water what is worth planting
|
| Deep roots that refuse, deep roots that refuse
|
| Deep roots that refuse, that refuse to break
|
| Deep roots that refuse, refuse to break
|
| Deep roots that refuse to break |