Packed my things,
Said our goodbyes,
Comfort seemed to smother us
With wandering minds.
In concrete woods
I saw light
Reflected in a silver can,
Eyes to the ground
Silent voices singing:
“I will rise, I will rise,
I will rise up
And find a way,
I will rise, I will rise,
I will rise up
And find my way.”
I saw cold hearts
Wanting to be warm,
But staying cold
And they have reasons why,
And smiles hiding
Fear and grief,
And climbing over,
Higher and higher,
Pretending there’s no emptiness at all,
At all.
I will fall, I will fall
I will fall down
And find a way,
I will fall, I will fall
I will fall down
And find my peace
In your arms,
In your arms,
I see what’s real
And right.
Take me home.

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